New
ST:TOS
-- Mimor IV
by Jesmihr (slash and non-con)
Jim
tucked Spock's robe under one arm and flipped the book open. The Vulcan's
precise, upright handwriting filled the pages; for a moment, Kirk's
vision blurred. He shut the volume resolutely; there would be time enough
to look at it later, when he could better handle it. Whenever that might
be, he thought, trying to fight away the knowledge that the journal
might be the last of Spock's thoughts that he would ever have. 3/05
HP
-- Alternate
Moonlight by Julie Fortune (slash)
Remus threw back the potion in one smooth motion.
It
was like swallowing a Killing Curse, and he felt it combust inside of
him, building strength, eating away tissue and bone and dissolving him
into screaming red ruin and oh
God it hurt, Merlin, please, no ... he
collapsed and felt his lungs working faster, gasping for air. Sirius?
A dream-brush
against his skin, a cool pressure of lips. Sirius,
help me, I can't do this alone.
And just as if Sirius had spoken softly in his ear: You're
not alone, you daft bastard. Open your eyes.
Snape was holding him – despised, greasy, self-interested Snape.
Whose black eyes – no longer cold – were watching him with
so much anguish that it was hard to understand ... understand ...
3/05
HP
-- Fever
Dream by Copperbadge (slash)
The other Remus closed his eyes, and seemed to melt back into the
warmth of the man holding him. Remus watched in a certain amount of
agony -- his Sirius was dead, his Sirius had never said that, his Sirius
couldn't hold him through his illness. 3/05
HP
-- Through
a Glass Darkly by eumenides1 (pre/post
slash)
Then, amazingly, Remus was there. How had he moved so fast? But he
had, and he was there, throwing himself between Harry and the deadly
spell. Sirius watched, horrified as Remus was bathed in the miasma of
the green light and he fell and then, the barrier around Sirius shook
as the high golden tone of a bell resounded. 3/05
SGA
-- The
Thing That Ate Major Shepard by salieri (gen,
possibly pre-slash)
But the light was blocked down near the bottom of the door--a shadow
in the shape of a body slumped on the floor, like Sheppard had been
leaning on it and had sunk downward, his knees giving out when the scream
stopped spearing him upward, rigid in vibrating agony. Rodney could
make out Sheppard's profile. If his fingers traced the curve of it for
a second as he crouched to set down his equipment case and laptop, it
was only to keep his balance. 3/05
Classics
TS
-- Without
Love by Josephine Darcy (pre slash)
Jim
heard Blair scream, felt a bone-jarring weight hit him, and then he
was falling. He hit the ground roughly as the overpowering scent of
blood filled his nostrils. The dead weight of his Guide on top of Jim
registered with the realization that there was indeed an even more complete
sacrifice Blair was willing to make for his sake. 7/02
MfU
-- Anything
by Lee The T (slash)
Napoleon heard another explosion and the wall beside the stairs disintegrated,
raining noise and debris on them. Illya grabbed his arm and the two
agents dove to the side as the wall collapsed in a roar. Napoleon lay
stunned for a moment, on his face, ears ringing and eyes full of plaster
dust. He moved his arms carefully, pulled the dust-coated handkerchief
from his face and lifted himself up. Bruised but not badly hurt; a few
chunks of wood and plaster fell off him as he got up, scanning the dust-and-smoke
filled room for his partner. 5/02
MfU
-- The
Virus Affair by P.R. Zed (slash)
This is the third in a series, all are wonderful and h/c : The
Baltic Affair and The
See Lubyanka and Die Affair
For Illya, the worst part of this moment was not being trapped in
a sealed room with three members of Thrush and no weapon. No, the worst
part was the fact that all three Thrush were wearing the type of biohazard
suits you only saw in the type of lab that worked on the most virulent
sorts of diseases. The kind of diseases that were only whispered about,
even in medical circles. The kind of diseases that could make the Black
Plague look like chicken pox. 4/02
K/S
-- The
World Turned Upside Down by Jenna Hilary Sinclair (slash)
No matter
how many times he saw it, Vulcan blood was always a shock. A smear of
bright green led him around the wreckage of what might have been a motorscooter
to his first officer. Encircling his tricorder as if it were precious,
life-giving, Spock was curled up in a ball on the ground.
ST:TOS
-- Blues
for Allah by Greywolf the Wanderer (gen) (Spock
and Uhura)
Inside
Copernicus she could hear a faint murmuring; Spock was dreaming, perhaps,
or maybe hallucinating. The last time she'd gone to check on him she
hadn't been able to fully rouse him. For a few hours the steroid injection
had helped, but then he'd begun to decline again. There was no more
oxygen left, and she didn't dare give him a stimulant. His pulse was
slowing, his blood pressure gradually dropping -- he was simply fading,
despite everything she could do.
S/H
-- A
Fine Storm by Suzie Lovett (slash)
Starsky's eyes opened. They were clear and calm now, and the lack
of fear in them scared Hutch more than anything. The hand in his moved
a little. Hutch loosened his hold enough to sense which direction it
wanted to move, then brought it up to his face.
K/S
-- Shelter
and its sequel, Poses by Leslie Fish. (slash)
...Spock lying limp and bleeding with his head in Kirk's lap, and
Kirk ignoring his own cuts and bruises as he gently wiped dust and sweat
and green blood from Spock's closed eyes.
S/H
-- The
True Brother by Abigail Crabtree (slash)
He slowly approached the bed where his partner's naked
body lay. His mind could not even began to comprehend what was he was
seeing. His partner lay there so still, bleeding and broken. Starsky's
mind was reeling, he couldn't seem to find the strength to make a move.
Drugs
H:TLJ
-- Measure
of a Man by Valentine (slash)
To his three companions, it was like watching a hideously real re-enactment
of the duel performed with Xena for Ares’ benefit a day earlier, as
Iolaus looked disbelievingly at the soldier and crumpled to the ground.
The soldier held his bloody sword aloft in triumph, and Hercules went
berserk.
TS
-- Ordeal
by Martha (gen)
Jim ignored him. Now that he knew what he was looking for, it wasn't
hard to find. A closed metal trashcan labeled medical waste was in the
corner of the lab, and the hypodermic was inside. He picked it up gingerly,
holding it close enough to detect the coppery tang of Blair's blood.
The smell of the drug was far stronger. He turned, the syringe in hand.
"What is it? What did you give him?"
Historical
H:TLJ
Darkness
Visible Revisited by Martha Wilson (gen)
(Thanks
to Lynn for sending me the link) (part 2 is here)
Iolaus tried to stand but his head swam and
his legs refused to support him. Blinking at the fog clouding his vision,
he saw Hercules drop to his knees in front of him. The demigod grabbed
him by the shoulders, lifting him up. The enormity of what had happened
was just beginning to sink in. He wasn't dead but he had been bitten
-- infected -- by a strygoi. Iolaus gasped, "You'll have to kill me."
4/02
AS&J
-- Nights
in the Wilderness by Tenaya (slash)
warning
brutal
He sighed and thumped his head against the wall as he tried to figure
the odds, ignoring his headache. The bottom line was that if Curry had
escaped the bullet, where was he? At least a day had gone by and Heyes
was still a prisoner. He knew Curry and he knew if he was able, the
Kid would have freed him by now. Unless he had tried and failed when
Heyes was unconscious. Or maybe he was wounded, lying hurt and bleeding
somewhere in the wilderness. That possibility frightened Heyes and he
tugged at his bonds again. He had to get out of here, not just for himself,
but more importantly, he had to find out about the Kid!
Hospital
PM
The
Waking by Anne Carr and Emrin Alexander (slash)
All he could see was blood. Bright red, pulsing, intestines spilling
out onto his hands. Every time he closed his eyes, anytime he didn't
focus away, the scene was there. Dark lashes on pale cheeks, mind link
shut down...He rubbed his face, twice, fiercely. Face it, Qui-Gon, the
mind link was down before Obi-Wan was hit. 12/02
SG
-- Drowning
by Sealie (gen)
Teal’c
was already flipping the archaeologist onto his back as Jack and Applegate
bobbed up beside them. Both teams tried to help. Daniel resembled a
wax effigy. Amazingly, a feeble pulse flickered against Jack’s fingertips;
but no breath stirred the body. Treading water, Teal’c supported their
friend. Jack knew that time was of the essence. He tipped Daniel’s head
back over Teal’c’s arm, pinched his nose shut and breathed into his
mouth. 7/02
SG
-- Bug
Catchers by Hellblazer (slash)
Daniel slowly stepped closer, eyes widening. "We're not too late,"
he realised. "He's still alive." Jack's heart was still beating. Daniel
could see it twitching clearly. This wasn't an autopsy, it was a vivisection.
Jack's head moved.
TS
-- Five Compressions:
Breathe by Maygra (pre-slash)
Jim listened. Nothing. Nothing but the air hissing in and out under
artificial means, the same with the heart, irregular flutters of almost
unnoticeable sound even for Jim's Sentinel abilities. But he knew the
body, the form, the scent. The *presence* of the man laying so still
and quiet.... 12/01
WW
-- Written
by Marguerite (gen)
You finger your
pocket because your notebook is in there and you want to make sure it
stays with you. It's the stuff about Josh, the words that spilled out
of your unsteady pen on the press helicopter this morning, the words
you wrote just in case.
Like taking an umbrella to make sure it doesn't rain, you write your
best friend's obituary to keep him from dying before you get home.
E!
-- Better
Off Forgotten by D. Kelley(gen)
(Thanks to Sandy D. for sending me the updated
link)
Then the Earth was ominously silent and still for an instant, and
Roy shook his head to clear it as he got up and spun around, scanning
for the source of the noise. When he saw it, for another long second
his mind refused to comprehend what he was seeing. The tree where he
and Johnny had been standing was now smoking, with a white streak splitting
it lengthwise up high and running in a colorless scar down the trunk.
And Johnny was on the ground. Not getting up. Not moving.
SG
-- Rainmaker
by Momoftoad (gen) loads
o' medical detail
Suddenly Daniel's eyes fluttered open. They were glazed but only
for a moment. He blinked hard, squeezing them closed and open again,
wide, filled with terror. His arms shot up to his head, but the Frasier
grabbed one and the nurse, Terry, the other, slapping both arms down
on the bed.
SG
-- Sense
of Touch by Bren Anders (gen)
Suddenly he gave a cry of pain and doubled over so sharply I nearly
lost my grip on him. I caught him before he hit the ground and his eyes
were wide with panic and pain as they locked with mine. "Oh, God! Jack!
It hurts, it hurts... I think I'm gonna..."
Psychological
dS
-- The Fan
by Manna LaDroit (slash)
The
detective backed away, looking at the floor and turning his shoulder
to Benny. The livid bite mark, the other bruises, the cut of fingernails
on that olive skin. Pale, square hands that seemed to Fraser rudely
unmarked, unbruised, reached for Ray, shaking and desperate. "Back off,
Benny." The words would have reassured Fraser if they'd been hissed
or grunted in simple anger, but they were only whispered. God, his stomach
hurt and his body ached and he was going to lose his mind. Somehow,
he couldn't stop thinking of a trip through the northern woods over
Ray's back, singing and talking about food and never a single complaint
about the burden he had become. 7/02
SV
-- Mercy
by Koi (slash)
It
stopped pacing and turned to him suddenly. "You're more damaged than
you let on, to anyone back in Smallville. To anyone anywhere, right?"
Lex sat on the ottoman, holding his plate. He was still damp from the
shower, and found himself wondering if the brandy glass he'd just set
on the floor were really necessary. Easier just to carry the bottle.
"Oh, is the chameleon sliding into psychiatrist mode tonight? Regardless
of your other tortures, we never forced you to sit through any mental
health professionals with questionnaires." He lifted a forkful of salmon,
inspected it idly. "Perhaps that was a mistake."
7/02
Sexual
Comfort
TPM
-- The
Best Medicine by Russett MacMillan (slash)
(Thanks
to elf for the updated link)
He opened his eyes and brushed a finger down
the undamaged right half of Qui-Gon's face, trying to ignore the livid
bruises and cuts on the disfigured other half. He could feel consciousness
barely beginning to return, a stirring along their bond. Shunting his
worst fears off to a corner of his mind, he reached out to his master.
SN
-- Crashing
With The Waves by amj (slash)
At the hospital, they were whisked through
appallingly bright white corridors and into a waiting room with mauve
and off-blue furniture. They were waiting for the doctor who'd seen
Dan to finish rounds so he could talk to them. They didn't even know
if Dan was stable yet. Casey tried to pace, but his legs were unsteady
and Natalie kept glaring at him. He finally sat, hard, on a couch that
looked like two of the uncomfortable chairs pushed together. (Note:
this story is an established relationship story.)
Sexual
Hurt
K/S
The Other One by Greywolfe (slash) (Her
site is password protected.)
Whatever that
one had injected him with had been making him dizzy and nauseous ever
since. Every time he'd tried to meditate he had been forced to stop,
his mind reeling, his stomach in rebellion. He hadn't eaten anything
yet; he hadn't dared to try. It had taken all of his energy simply to
act as if nothing was wrong. 11/01
TPM
-- Pretazeneu
by TJ (slash)
He tried to calm himself, find his center,
but it was difficult. His entire body throbbed in pain. The remnants
of his soul shuddered in remembered humiliation. But he pushed on regardless.
He had no choice. If he failed it would mean more than his own life.
If he failed Obi-Wan would spend the rest of his days trapped inside
his own body.
Pros
-- Wide
Awake (All Out of Faith) by Brenda Antrim (slash)
He shook his head, hard, and splashed water over his face, rinsing
and spitting, watching the tap water swirl away down the hole. He had
to get his head together. Had to find out who, and why, and where, and
get Doyle back.
Whatever there was left of Doyle to get back, anyway.
Torture
M7(ATF) -- Saving
Grace by Maygra (slash)
Vin tried to twist and only managed to re-inflame his whole body,
the pain nauseating him. His back felt on fire and slick and cold all
at the same time. He wanted to scream but all that came out was a whimper,
and he felt Juarez's hand slide on his skin. He dropped his head in
exhaustion, blearily fascinated by the red streaks Juarez's finger left
across his ribs and belly. 12/01
HL -- Revenant
by Rachael Sabotini and MacGeorge (slash)
For a moment it was as though blood was leaking right out of the
tips of her fingers, but it was Methos' blood that flowed as she dug
her hands deeper and deeper into his flesh. He gasped, gagged, and his
head fell back, but he did nothing to stop her, nothing to defend himself.
As if he were hypnotized, he remained still, only the visible tension
in his back and arms betraying the effort it took to remain immobile.
12/01
TPM -- Waiting
Place by Rachael Sabotini (slash)
Scars. From waist to chest, Qui-Gon's body was covered in scars.
Not tiny ones, not the scars from laser burns or knives or blasters
or anything that Obi-Wan could remember seeing but...scars shaped like
animals and trees, sitting, standing, or in flight--
All of them beautiful.
HL -- Abomination
by Maygra (gen)
What part of Methos’ skin was not stained crimson and brown was gray,
skin ice cold, dark hair stiff. His arms were bound underneath him and
Cain had used MacLeod's trick with Vash, impaling the broad chest with
a stainless steel spike. The healing energy danced around it like little
blue electric caterpillars, unable to heal the damaged organ fully,
only enough to bring Methos right to the edge of life then lose again
as the blood continued to drain away.
SG -- Ripples
by ELG (gen)
Each time I hit the door and said his name,
I waited, hoping to hear him yelling mine right back at me. Each time
when all I got in reply was silence, my heart sank a little lower. He'd
been their prisoner for so damned long and all it would take was for
someone to get careless, a bit heavy-handed, and Daniel went from being
'persuaded' to being dead.
TS
-- Plank
by Martha
(gen)
A key turned in the lock. Hinges squeaked.
Lights blazed out, and Blair hid his face in his hands. Not just because
he was afraid. Not just because of how painful the light was after so
many hours in the dark. The main reason he covered his eyes was because
he knew there was something in the room with him that he absolutely
did not want to see.
SG -- Summons
by Rather (gen)
O'Neill grasped his shoulder again and shook it a little. "Stay with
me." Jackson gasped in pain and tried to pull away. His breath suddenly
hitched and gurgled. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and moaned weakly.
Jack winced in sympathy. He knew how much it hurt to cough with broken
ribs. He gently took hold of Jackson's head, turned it a little more
to the side. "Come on, buddy. Spit all that crap out." Jackson's eyelids
fluttered and opened just a bit. Obediently he spit out just a little
more fluid. He moaned again, louder, and tried to wrap his arms around
his middle. "Okay. That's better. Take it easy."
HL -- Breathing
Sorrows by Rachel Sabotini and Megan Kent (slash)
The barest of touches along Mac's face brought a flicker of pain
to Duncan's eyes, and Methos pulled his hand away, unsure of MacLeod's
reaction. The torture may not have killed MacLeod, but there was no
reason to believe that he was still sane.
When
We Were Young
E! -- Conquer
the Past -- by D. Kelley (gen)
"That's not who you are, either," Roy replied. "That's who you were.
And that scared little kid--who by the way, don't forget, had good reason
to be scared--that scared little kid grew up into the man who's able
to be the Fearless Rescue Hero, the Amazing Adventurer, better than
most men I know. Maybe that's part of the reason why. Because that little
kid was a lot stronger than you give him credit for."
Wilderness
(or otherwise away from civilization)
SN -- You
Get What You Need by Cori Lannam (slash)
"Kim didn't answer and a hint of concern wiggled
its way into Casey's brain. "Something's happened with Dan and Natalie,"
she said just as he was about to demand an answer. "It sounds pretty
bad."
He sat absolutely still while a few of his internal organs tried to
spontaneously rearrange themselves in his gut and his heartbeat became
unnaturally loud. Then he was out of his chair and out the door before
he even realized he was moving." 7/02
SG -- Weather
Patterns by Kate (gen)
Experimentally he flexed his wrist, thankful there was no damage,
but concerned the pain he'd experienced was rooted in the fragile area.
A thin, jagged line scored his palm, dotted with welling beads of blood
and yellow dust. Self-consciously, he wiped his hand on his pants.
TPM -- Mos
C'ethra by DBKate (pre-slash)
He was in a constant state of delirium and there was nothing I could
do, nothing I could say that would either calm or console him. Instead,
I rode wave after wave of madness, praying that whatever bits of clarity
snatched from his once brilliant mind could be put to some use.
SG -- Fire
and Ice by ELG (slash)
It happened so fast O'Neill had only a blur of images and sounds:
the shriek of metal, Carter's cry of warning, Teal'c throwing out a
hand as though he could reach Daniel despite the ten feet still between
them, the white metal twisting and buckling, Daniel being hurled over
the handrail as the bridge collapsed underneath him. The sound of his
desperate yell of Daniel's name was drowned out by the thunderous crash
of the bridge smashing into the ice; the ice cracking like a rifle shot
and Daniel sinking into the black water beneath the broken white surface.
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