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Title: Hanging Barabbas
Fandom: Sharpe (TV)
Relationship: Sharpe/Harper
Rating: Teen and up; nothing explicit, canon levels of violence
One-shot, 1169 words

Summary: A name from the past trips Sharpe's defences.

Notes: Based on this clip from Sharpe's Peril. Also posted at AO3.





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Sharpe moves towards Corporal Hakeswill. It’s time, he’ll take no more delay, but for some reason Harper is now standing between him and the sorry bastard.

“Out the way, Pat.”

But Pat doesn’t move, just looks at him, and Sharpe stares back at him in confusion as the world seems to freeze around him.

He’s trying to do the right thing for Teresa’s memory, putting down a man who doesn’t deserve to live and Pat, unbelievably, is protecting the bastard. He’d genuinely thought, though their lives are so different now, that after all these years Harper was his man through and through, and now he’s doing this. That hurts.

In truth, he can’t remember much about what’s brought them to this confrontation, if confrontation it is. All he knows is that when he heard Dragomirov call the prisoner Hakeswill, his mind shattered, filled with fears, tears, Teresa, a swirling mass of pain blinding him and bleeding him till he couldn’t think. He only remembers moving forwards, punching, kicking, pushing at the pain with only one thought in his mind - to kill it before it killed him.

Another second and he’ll have the rope round the bastard’s neck. Finish him. Finish the pain.

Finish it all.

He realises he’s got his sword in his hand and as he lifts it slightly an image of it pressed against Tredinnick’s throat flashes through his mind.

He looks at Harper and, for a moment, he doesn’t know what to do.

~ ~ ~

Sure the colonel’s got himself in a right mood over this one so he has, proving that Harper was right not to tell him Barabbas’ full name. Though how he didn’t see those broad high cheekbones are the dead spit of his late unlamented father’s is for God alone to know.

Pat watches Sharpe’s eyes - always the eyes, that’s where you’ll see the move first - willing Sharpe to calm down before it’s too late. For a man with violence so ready at his fingertips, the colonel doesn’t often attack without good reason, but Pat can see right now reason is out the window with the sidhe. His French lady or no, Richard never did get over losing Miss Teresa that way.

He’s still got that sword in his hand, and the rope in the other, and if he even attempts to do what he says he will, it’ll be the end of him for sure. At best he’ll lose his pension and his battle honours, live out his days a drunk in the gutter. Pat’s seen it before. At the worst the Major will clap him in chains and hang him in the morning and none to say him nay. Then likely they’ll all die on this barren plain for want of a proper leader.

Pat has but an instant to think how to settle this.

The easy way would be to overpower the man, and he can do that right enough - those few years of easy living after Waterloo have long since sweated off under the baking Indian sun - but not with all these people around them. The princess, Dragomirov, Tredinnick, they’re all watching, frozen in their separate places, while Wormwood and his crew of pox-ridden dirty shites are looking suspiciously pleased at the holy show Sharpe is making of himself.

So no, that’s not the way, Pat will do nothing to undermine Sharpe’s authority with this ragtag rabble they’ve picked up, not when it’s the only thing the colonel has left in his life, and not when Pat knows it’s the only thing keeping them all alive.

Or he could maybe try to talk him out of it, it wouldn’t be the first time, but the man can be bloody unpredictable, so he can. Stubborn as a donkey, loyal as an Irishman, he’s as hard as Wellesley himself half the time and soft as shit the rest, and who’s to say which way he’ll go this time.

Pat’s only loved one person like Sharpe loved Teresa, and though he hasn’t lost that person like Sharpe lost Teresa, he knows this pain goes too deep for reasoning. One wrong word from Pat in this moment and they’ll both be on a path there’ll be no coming back from.

He spoke only truth when he told Sharpe that, given the word, he’d follow him through the gates of hell, but he hadn’t planned on those gates leading them to King George’s bloody gallows for murder.

So that leaves the hardest way, the only way: man to man, open his heart and show Sharpe the truth.

~ ~ ~

The compassion in Pat’s eyes shakes Sharpe to the core as he stands close and looks at him so calm, so sure, and speaks softly, as if for Sharpe’s ears alone:

“Can’t let you do it, Richard.”

After all these years it still gives him a charge, a feeling of coming home, to be called Richard by this man, rather than Sir, but he has to do this, he must.

Teresa needs him to avenge her. Since Lucille and her gentler influence left him last year, he’s felt himself turning back into the only man who ever tamed La Aguja, and he wants vengeance. For her life. For their daughter.

But before he’s even done telling Harper to stand aside, Pat is speaking again.

“You’ll have to put me down first.”

That pulls him up short and the jangling pain in his mind finally stops. He feels anchored by the steady voice of the man who was his sergeant and is his friend, and he looks into Pat’s eyes and realises that Harper isn’t, he never was, protecting Barabbas from Sharpe.

He’s protecting Sharpe from himself.

Protecting him from at best dishonour and the Duke’s everlasting contempt, and at worst from being hung for murder, and this time for real.

After all the years and miles they’ve been through together, and the years they’ve spent apart, it’s like a warm fire in a cold field to know that Pat is still willing, determined even, to stand at his shoulder in time of need.

He looks around but none will meet his eye save Harper. He stares again at Patrick and the man nods slightly, reinforcing the message.

Sharpe closes his eyes for a moment, putting Teresa away from him yet again, saying goodbye to her though it crushes his heart to do it.

He uses the excuse of thrusting the rope into Harper’s arms to move closer to the big man’s warmth and strength, just for a second, and breathe in his certainty.

Then he turns and walks away.

~ ~ ~

Clasping the rope as it smacks him in the chest and face, Harper watches Sharpe - Richard - as he turns, and he breathes out slowly. Sharpe has always been the very definition of dangerous, he never did learn to be a gentleman, and by a long way this is not the first time Pat has saved him from himself.

He just thanks the holy mother he’s still got the touch.

~ ~ ~
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One of the consequences of lockdown has been that I ran out of new books to read months ago (I'm reliant on the - currently-closed - library as I can't afford to buy many nowadays). Another consequence has been the creeping insanity caused by never, ever having the house to myself as no-one is going out.

The upshot of both of these has been an escape into watching drama on Youtube, and I started with Sharpe.

Just a few weeks in and the muse woke up for the first time in years. Yes, I wrote a fic. Just one small scene, involving two men standing looking at each other - you know how it is. As the scene is so short*, the fic was originally going to be just a drabble, but as they stood there looking at each other, the space around them started to fill with their feelings and memories, with this one moment the centre and culmination of years of their lives. No-one else could have done for Sharpe what Harper did in this scene. (No, NOT like that, people are watching!)

So I added bits, and took away bits, and then I rearranged all the bits, and quite to my surprise at the end of all that messing about it now has the once-familiar shape and feel of a DorsetGirl fic. I'm very happy about as this is my first fic in years and my first ever Sharpe/Harper

But it's driving me nuts leaving it to settle so I can come back with a reader's eyes to check it before posting. I want it done and posted so I can start the next one. Oh dear...

And I'm not even thinking about creating some Sharpe icons to go with the new activity, no sirree.

*It's in this clip.
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So, November.
 
National Novel Writing Month.
 
But not for me.
 
Sorry, I’ll stop channelling Ian Wylie now. Anyway, I worked out several years ago that if I typed at my normal speed for fifty percent of the minutes I had available during the month, I might just make the 50K. That’s assuming I can think at the same rate I type. Not normally a problem, but I guess fifty thousand words need some kind of joining thread if they’re not going to become totally random, and that involves Plot.
 
I don’t do plot - I can never think of anything for the characters to actually do, and besides, I get bored. I get them in a situation and then start to think, “Oh for fuck’s sake, sort it out for yourself.” I’m not the kind of writer who wants to “convey a message” in my fic; I’ve only ever done that once, and it worked, but I just don’t have it in me to want to tell other people how to live their lives or what they should be thinking about. All I ask is that no-one tells me what to do or what to think. (This could be why I totally refuse to do Hallowe’en: all those supermarket shelves full of pumpkins and ghouly cakes and stupid costumes simply make me think “Don’t tell me what to do just because it's the end of October.")
 
Getting to the point of this ramble: No NaNo for me, so I've signed up for WriSoMiFu - Write Something you Miserable Fuck - which I'm hoping is more my style. )
dorsetgirl: (sunset)
So, November.
 
National Novel Writing Month.
 
But not for me.
 
Sorry, I’ll stop channelling Ian Wylie now. Anyway, I worked out several years ago that if I typed at my normal speed for fifty percent of the minutes I had available during the month, I might just make the 50K. That’s assuming I can think at the same rate I type. Not normally a problem, but I guess fifty thousand words need some kind of joining thread if they’re not going to become totally random, and that involves Plot.
 
I don’t do plot - I can never think of anything for the characters to actually do, and besides, I get bored. I get them in a situation and then start to think, “Oh for fuck’s sake, sort it out for yourself.” I’m not the kind of writer who wants to “convey a message” in my fic; I’ve only ever done that once, and it worked, but I just don’t have it in me to want to tell other people how to live their lives or what they should be thinking about. All I ask is that no-one tells me what to do or what to think. (This could be why I totally refuse to do Hallowe’en: all those supermarket shelves full of pumpkins and ghouly cakes and stupid costumes simply make me think “Don’t tell me what to do just because it's the end of October.")
 
Getting to the point of this ramble: No NaNo for me, so I've signed up for WriSoMiFu - Write Something you Miserable Fuck - which I'm hoping is more my style. )
dorsetgirl: (Milan hands - Billie/Mike)
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The challenge was to enter the name of your road into google images, and write a drabble inspired by the first image. Mine turned out to be a "Welcome to < Town Name >" sign at the side of the road. My enduring love of Green Day delivered the first line without discernable pause for thought, but it turned out there was more to say than would fit in a drabble.

Posting in a hurry before I have to go out, so do let me know if I've missed any typos etc.

Turning Point )
dorsetgirl: (Milan hands - Billie/Mike)
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The challenge was to enter the name of your road into google images, and write a drabble inspired by the first image. Mine turned out to be a "Welcome to < Town Name >" sign at the side of the road. My enduring love of Green Day delivered the first line without discernable pause for thought, but it turned out there was more to say than would fit in a drabble.

Posting in a hurry before I have to go out, so do let me know if I've missed any typos etc.

Turning Point )
dorsetgirl: (Stay)
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Author: DorsetGirl
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 330
A/N: No warnings. It struck me some time ago that even Sam’s “modern day” is now five years in the past. Many of the things we take for granted are after Sam’s time.


Twitter )
dorsetgirl: (Stay)
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Author: DorsetGirl
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 330
A/N: No warnings. It struck me some time ago that even Sam’s “modern day” is now five years in the past. Many of the things we take for granted are after Sam’s time.


Twitter )
dorsetgirl: (In Your Dreams)
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Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Alex Rider books by Anthony Horowitz
Pairing: Alex/Yassen
Rating: No Warnings Required
Word Count: 700 words approx
A/N: Yassen faces a painful truth.

It Started With a Kiss  )
dorsetgirl: (In Your Dreams)
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Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Alex Rider books by Anthony Horowitz
Pairing: Alex/Yassen
Rating: No Warnings Required
Word Count: 700 words approx
A/N: Yassen faces a painful truth.

It Started With a Kiss  )
dorsetgirl: (In Your Dreams)
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Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Alex Rider books by Anthony Horowitz
Pairing: Alex/Yassen
Rating: PG
Word Count:950 words approx
A/N: [livejournal.com profile] halotolerant posted a wonderfully atmospheric story called In the Club. Posted with her permission, this is a sequel to that story.

The First Step )
dorsetgirl: (In Your Dreams)
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Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Alex Rider books by Anthony Horowitz
Pairing: Alex/Yassen
Rating: PG
Word Count:950 words approx
A/N: [livejournal.com profile] halotolerant posted a wonderfully atmospheric story called In the Club. Posted with her permission, this is a sequel to that story.

The First Step )
dorsetgirl: (In Your Dreams)
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Definitely an experiment, this one! Based on characters in the Alex Rider books by Anthony Horowitz, and totally inspired by [livejournal.com profile] suzie_shooter whose fantastic fics introduced me to this pairing. (Please note that this fic is not to be compared to hers, which are much better!) 100 words. White Cortina / No Warnings Required.

The Life of a Man )
dorsetgirl: (In Your Dreams)
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Definitely an experiment, this one! Based on characters in the Alex Rider books by Anthony Horowitz, and totally inspired by [livejournal.com profile] suzie_shooter whose fantastic fics introduced me to this pairing. (Please note that this fic is not to be compared to hers, which are much better!) 100 words. White Cortina / No Warnings Required.

The Life of a Man )
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Title: Decision
Author: DorsetGirl
Warning: RPS
Rating: PG
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Notes: Going through my WIP folder and found this. Just a drabble.
Disclaimer: Not real. Just my fevered imaginings based on the boys’ stage personae.

Decision )




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Title: Decision
Author: DorsetGirl
Warning: RPS
Rating: PG
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Notes: Going through my WIP folder and found this. Just a drabble.
Disclaimer: Not real. Just my fevered imaginings based on the boys’ stage personae.

Decision )




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dorsetgirl: (UnhappyMan2 by Ruuger)
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Author: DorsetGirl
Rating: White Cortina with added “strong language”
Word Count/Length: 380 words approx
Warnings: None
Summary: You know it’s all gone to fuck when you don’t know what year it is.
A/N: Lack of time and – dammit – inspiration has meant I’ve managed drabbles at best for most of this year, but driving home yesterday I was listening to Green Day and remembering the Sam I wrote in Broken Dreams. Thinking around the idea of Sam on his own led to this little fic.



A Lingering Taste of Soap  )
dorsetgirl: (UnhappyMan2 by Ruuger)
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Author: DorsetGirl
Rating: White Cortina with added “strong language”
Word Count/Length: 380 words approx
Warnings: None
Summary: You know it’s all gone to fuck when you don’t know what year it is.
A/N: Lack of time and – dammit – inspiration has meant I’ve managed drabbles at best for most of this year, but driving home yesterday I was listening to Green Day and remembering the Sam I wrote in Broken Dreams. Thinking around the idea of Sam on his own led to this little fic.



A Lingering Taste of Soap  )
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This post started life as a fic rec, so I’ll do that bit first:

Round And Round by [livejournal.com profile] janszy is a wonderful story of what happened to Gene after the final scene of Ashes to Ashes (spoilers, obviously). It’s extremely well written and although I hadn’t seen the author’s work before, it was immediately plain that she was an experienced writer. Do go and read it – it’s masterful, truly.

So that brings me on to the next bit – a comm rec. I know a lot of people have moved on from Life on Mars by now, and by no means everyone stuck it out to the end of Ashes, the early stages of series one being what they were, but if you want to write LOM-fic where it is known whether Sam is mad, in a coma or back in time, or Ashes fic where Sam and Annie are mentioned, there is only one comm – as far as I know – that you can post it to. That comm is [livejournal.com profile] ashes2life.

Anyone who has spent any time at The Railway Arms, [livejournal.com profile] lifein1973 or [livejournal.com profile] a2ashes, will know that what might have been seen as the captive audience for A2A – the LOM fans – were by no means unanimous in their verdict on the new show, and that the Gene/Alex fans who bought into series one of Ashes were in some cases quite visceral in their hatred of Sam.

So if you’d like to discuss Sam without some Galexer telling you that the very mention of his name is insulting to Alex, or you want to talk about Ashes without someone who’s only seen two episodes complaining that it’s badly acted (oh please - 2.07? 3.08?) , do it at [livejournal.com profile] ashes2life!

Also, if you want to write an Ashes fic where Gene/Alex is not inevitable and OTP – one where Gene actually remembers Sam, for example; or a LOM-fic which alludes to the nature of the universe as defined by Ashes to Ashes; or a fic where Alex and Maya meet (oh, somebody please write that!); you might be wanting a comm to post it in, and that comm is [livejournal.com profile] ashes2life.

Set up and maintained by [livejournal.com profile] lozenger8, the comm is there for all the good stuff that would get flamed or deleted at the series-specific comms.

(By the way, in my personal and humble opinion, it’s best not to worry too much about the - to me at least - intimidatingly intellectual flavour of the user-info page. You don't have to write brilliant meta to qualify, although it would be great if someone did. While fanfic is the very last thing mentioned in the community profile, it is definitely allowed and welcome!)

To sum up: if you’ve seen both shows and are happy to buy in, occasionally at least, to the idea that LOM and Ashes both take place in the same universe, [livejournal.com profile] ashes2life is the place to go.





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This post started life as a fic rec, so I’ll do that bit first:

Round And Round by [livejournal.com profile] janszy is a wonderful story of what happened to Gene after the final scene of Ashes to Ashes (spoilers, obviously). It’s extremely well written and although I hadn’t seen the author’s work before, it was immediately plain that she was an experienced writer. Do go and read it – it’s masterful, truly.

So that brings me on to the next bit – a comm rec. I know a lot of people have moved on from Life on Mars by now, and by no means everyone stuck it out to the end of Ashes, the early stages of series one being what they were, but if you want to write LOM-fic where it is known whether Sam is mad, in a coma or back in time, or Ashes fic where Sam and Annie are mentioned, there is only one comm – as far as I know – that you can post it to. That comm is [livejournal.com profile] ashes2life.

Anyone who has spent any time at The Railway Arms, [livejournal.com profile] lifein1973 or [livejournal.com profile] a2ashes, will know that what might have been seen as the captive audience for A2A – the LOM fans – were by no means unanimous in their verdict on the new show, and that the Gene/Alex fans who bought into series one of Ashes were in some cases quite visceral in their hatred of Sam.

So if you’d like to discuss Sam without some Galexer telling you that the very mention of his name is insulting to Alex, or you want to talk about Ashes without someone who’s only seen two episodes complaining that it’s badly acted (oh please - 2.07? 3.08?) , do it at [livejournal.com profile] ashes2life!

Also, if you want to write an Ashes fic where Gene/Alex is not inevitable and OTP – one where Gene actually remembers Sam, for example; or a LOM-fic which alludes to the nature of the universe as defined by Ashes to Ashes; or a fic where Alex and Maya meet (oh, somebody please write that!); you might be wanting a comm to post it in, and that comm is [livejournal.com profile] ashes2life.

Set up and maintained by [livejournal.com profile] lozenger8, the comm is there for all the good stuff that would get flamed or deleted at the series-specific comms.

(By the way, in my personal and humble opinion, it’s best not to worry too much about the - to me at least - intimidatingly intellectual flavour of the user-info page. You don't have to write brilliant meta to qualify, although it would be great if someone did. While fanfic is the very last thing mentioned in the community profile, it is definitely allowed and welcome!)

To sum up: if you’ve seen both shows and are happy to buy in, occasionally at least, to the idea that LOM and Ashes both take place in the same universe, [livejournal.com profile] ashes2life is the place to go.





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Title: Ars Longa, Vita Brevis Est
Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 240 approx
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: Sam takes up Art
A/N: I had intended this fic for my occasional Topical and Seasonal Drabble Challenge (feel free to have a go, by the way), but I decided that rather than cut it down to 100 words I quite liked it as it was. Also posted here at [livejournal.com profile] lifein1973


Ars Longa, Vita Brevis Est )
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Title: Ars Longa, Vita Brevis Est
Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 240 approx
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: Sam takes up Art
A/N: I had intended this fic for my occasional Topical and Seasonal Drabble Challenge (feel free to have a go, by the way), but I decided that rather than cut it down to 100 words I quite liked it as it was. Also posted here at [livejournal.com profile] lifein1973


Ars Longa, Vita Brevis Est )
dorsetgirl: (sunset)
Three simple prompts this week, and sorry about the fail last week and the previous week:


Budget

So much to do, so little time

Or if you’re feeling a little more intellectual:

Ars longa, vita brevis est



Post your drabble as a comment to this post, and if you have any ideas for future seasonal prompts, let me know by PM. I may also use the occasional completely random prompt if something occurs to me.

The rules are minimal - One hundred words exactly, and be polite when commenting!
You can write any fandom or original fiction, any pairing or none.
You don’t have to write in English if you don’t want to.


Please note that if you do choose to write in another language, I can't promise to comment beyond a simple "Thank You", although I will do my best via Google! A rough translation would be lovely, but is not essential. The translation does not have to be 100 words, nor does it need to be polished or “good English”. Just the gist is fine, to put across the idea.

So long as you are confident that your response meets one of the prompts, that’s good enough for me.




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