what some call insanity

Hello, kind rarewomen author!

I've never participated in this particular exchange before, but I'm very excited to see what you come up for for me. I'll be thrilled just to see any of the ladies I selected featured in any fic, so there's very little pressure. I'm pretty easy to please! I hope that this letter will help answer any questions you may have, but rest assured that I will be excited and delighted by whatever you have to offer.

( 24 )

( Damages )

( The Sarah Jane Adventures )

( Star Trek: The Next Generation )

General preferences: I'm a big fan of team/family and mentor/protege dynamics. I love new takes on characters I love, whether it's through putting them in new situations or simply through character studies. I like seeing characters out of their element and rising to various challenges, awkward or angsty relationships moving forward in one way or another, hurt/comfort, snarky characters, intelligent kids, and unlikely friendships. I love AUs, although generally I prefer "what if?" scenarios to completely different universes (i.e. "What if Ellen hadn't walked away at the end?" rather than "Ellen and Patty in the wild west!"). I'm a big fan of melancholy/bittersweet stories. I'm fine with anything from G through NC-17 (though for SJA I'd prefer it stay below R) and while smut is fine, I'd prefer it not be simply PWP. No non/dub-con, incest, bestiality, watersports, etc.

Again, thank you for writing for me! I can't wait to see what you come up with!

- Avery

Title: What Mates Do
Author: averita
Summary: Before Clyde met Luke, he really didn't pay attention to how many celestial bodies came plummeting towards Earth on a regular basis. (Post-The Lost Boy.)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~2140
A/N: My first Yuletide fic! Written for philote_auctor, who requested Luke/Clyde friendship. It was a great exercise because I don't think I've ever written a fic in which a female character is not at least one of the major players. I hope I managed it! (Also here on AO3.)
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

( It's only been a few days, and already people at school have moved on from the 'Moon Nearly Crashes Into Earth' incident in favor of 'Kelsey's Parents Are Out of Town This Weekend, BYOB.' )

Title: Beacon
Author: averita
Summary: The whole world watched the mysterious man pick up the torch. Only a few recognized him. (Olympics fic based on the events of Fear Her.)
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1600
Spoilers: Minor ones through The End of Time; set after the most recent episodes of Torchwood and The Sarah Jane Adventures.
A/N: I have apparently caught Olympic fever! It was a beautiful opening ceremony, but as we all know, there's another way it could have gone...
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

( The coat was the first thing he noticed, that flash of familiar brown. )

Title: By Any Other Name
Author: averita
Summary: "'No one will ever forget that day,'" Clyde quotes, and his own smile fades into seriousness. "I didn't, you know." (Spoilers for "The Curse of Clyde Langer.")
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1260
Characters/Pairing: Ellie Faber (aka Lila Lincoln), Clyde Langer, Sarah Jane Smith. Can be read as Clyde/Ellie, but not explicit.
A/N: I'm not entirely pleased with this but I've been working on it on and off for months and it's gotten distracting, so I decided to finally polish it up enough to post and move on. It's definitely experimental.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

( He hasn't changed much in eight years. )

Title: Up
Author: averita
Summary: They are all here at the end.
Rating: G
Word Count: ~880
A/N: This is obviously heavily inspired by the end of The Sarah Jane Adventures, and specifically, RTD's vision of how it should have ended. There have been a lot of tribute fics and I suppose this is one as well, but mostly it's me trying to make sense of RTD's idea (in no logical way) and also reassuring myself that Sarah Jane lives on, despite the end of the show. Thanks to wild_force71 for the beta!
Disclaimer: Not mine.

So we sat at a picnic table and Lis asked me how I would end The Sarah Jane Adventures and I said that she couldn't just retire, could she? I said, "She'd do something magnificent, and then she'd make sure the kids were fine, and then she'd go...up!" "What d'you mean, up?" asked Lis, and she was laughing. "You mean, into the sky?" "Yes!" I said. "She'd go up. Onwards. Outwards. Into the stars. Just...up! D'you fancy that?" "Oh yes," said Lis. "That sounds nice." - Russell T. Davies

( You mean, into the sky? )