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28 December 2012 @ 12:26 pm
Christmas and meme  
We had a pretty good Christmas here, the boy is off staying with his grandparents while we have a few quiet days at home, and my cold is going away now, but I am feeling extraordinarily pregnant, possibly with wriggly elephant triplets, so I need a nice sedentary sort of distraction. Besides, if I ask you all for fic prompts, that will guarantee I go into labour soon, right? Well, maybe not, but either way it will be fun and I think I have enough brain left to write to prompts, so here's the timestamp meme from [personal profile] avanti_90:

Pick one of my stories and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future. Can be from any character POV.

I'll also take timestamps for missing bits from within stories if your fancy takes you that way, since I always want the missing scenes from everything.

Fics are here for your convenience. And if I suddenly stop responding here you'll know this worked ;-). Or, of course, you've stumped me...


Six weeks after 'Protection'
Nineteen days after 'Repairs'
Immediately after 'Vorkosigan's Day'
The morning after 'First Aid'
Twenty minutes after 'In Loco Parentis'
A year after 'In a Name'
The morning after 'Warmth'
Protection, about a year earlier
One month into 'Reconstruction'

Crossposted at http://philomytha.dreamwidth.org/98656.html. There are comment count unavailable comments there.
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sheffsficsheffsfic on December 28th, 2012 01:30 pm (UTC)
Protection, six weeks later...
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on December 28th, 2012 06:16 pm (UTC)

"Again?" Allegre placed his hands flat on the desk in a deliberately controlled gesture, then remembered where he'd picked that gesture up. "Do I even want to know how he managed it this time?"

Master Sergeant Lobachev was not a man prone to looking hangdog or embarrassed, but apparently losing track of his principal three times within a month was a sore trial even for his professional front.

"Distraction. It was a classic, sir, he did it perfectly. When my men got back to the task, he was gone."

"And how long was he unprotected?"

"Forty-seven minutes before we tracked him down. He was shopping in the caravanserai." Lobachev straightened. "My men are doing their best, sir. He is deliberately trying to outwit us, and--well, sir, he's Captain Illyan. We can't just--it's not like he's some Vor lordling who needs us to wipe his nose for him."

"Indeed." Allegre frowned. "Nonetheless, Sergeant, you have been watching him every day. You know that he--he can't protect himself as well as he thinks he can."

Lobachev's sergeantly facade cracked a little then; Allegre knew that Lobachev must have seen even more of Captain Illyan's vulnerabilities than he had. "Yes, sir, I know what you mean. But it would be worse to rub his nose in it."

"I know. I don't intend to speak with him about any of this. But I do want you and your team to review the situation fully and take it as an opportunity to raise your game a bit. Just between you and me, I think that's one of the reasons he's doing this. He wants to know whether your men are up to the task, whether you can still do your job well without him in command." He leaned forward across the desk. "Don't let me down in this, Lobachev. Or him."
Lanna Michaels: astronomylannamichaels on December 29th, 2012 07:06 pm (UTC)
Hee! No, it couldn't be easy protecting Simon when he's in a mood to prove a point to everyone. ;)
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on December 30th, 2012 08:03 am (UTC)
Especially when you're more than a little conditioned to do whatever he says with no questions asked. And Alys being around all the time doesn't make it any easier for them...
the most saint-obsessed Jew you'll ever meet: Sumer is icumen inrymenhild on December 28th, 2012 03:38 pm (UTC)
Twenty minutes after In Loco Parentis?

Enjoy your respite and your gestating!
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on December 31st, 2012 10:59 am (UTC)
It's fun choosing POVs for these! And thanks, respite and gestating both going well here :-).


Cordelia looked out of the window at the groundcar pulling up. "Ah, I think he's here."

"Try not to terrorise the kid," Aral said, not moving from his desk. "He's galactic, but he's not Betan. He won't want too much informality here."

"Not if he voluntarily joined the Barrayaran military, no," Cordelia said. "Interesting character, no doubt. But I really don't think he's likely to be worrying about me right now."

Aral closed his files and said, "Of course he's not. But he should be."

"I want to know what he thought of Mark. I know he's emotionally involved, but he's also an academic, he'll have made some interesting observations. His analysis, if you will."

"You'll get your chance," Aral said. "But you're right. He'll be reacting far more to me than to you. I think you should do most of the talking."

A crisply-uniformed officer was getting out of the groundcar and looking up at the house, and Cordelia grimaced. "If he makes it up here. It'll be embarrassing for everyone if he faints in the courtyard like that officer you were commending last year."

"Best not to notice whatever happens," Aral said. "Let Pym handle it. I told him to be gentle with this boy."

"He would be anyway," Cordelia said. "Considering the circumstances."

Captain Galeni, however, did not faint, though he was unmistakably pale and anxious as he disappeared into the entrance and Pym's greeting. Cordelia stepped away from the window and went to sit on the sofa, and a moment later Aral joined her.

"I bet he'd never believe that I'm nervous too," Cordelia said after a moment. "Simon's reports aside, this is the closest I've yet got to finding out who Mark is."

"He's not going to share your views on--on Mark," Aral said warningly. "Don't forget, Mark shot his father in front of him."

"I know." Cordelia sat back. "Ah. That sounds like him." She put her hand on Aral's and smiled, so that Aral would be smiling when Captain Galeni came in.
Trobadora: Galeni - glittering tinseltrobadora on December 28th, 2012 04:26 pm (UTC)
In a Name, one year after?
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on December 31st, 2012 10:35 pm (UTC)
The instructor looked at them with the expression Galeni was becoming familiar with: he had discovered there was a form of life lower than worms, and it was first-year cadets.

"And has anyone here ever been given fast-penta?"

Galeni kept his face entirely neutral as he raised his hand, but beside him Cadet Peterson edged away a little, as if being interrogated might be catching. Interestingly, Cadet Lord Vortala also raised a hand, and Galeni wondered what the story was for that Vorish sprig. Being High Vor did mean you were always at the sharp end of politics from a young age. The instructor looked at them both, then said, "All right, you're first, then." He gestured to the table at the front of the classroom, and both Galeni and Vortala went forwards, Vortala visibly nervous.

They sat facing each other, and the instructor looked at them both, then placed a case in front of Galeni. He blinked at it, not understanding for a moment. "Go ahead, Cadet. I take it you have reviewed the principles of fast-penta interrogation?"

"Yes, sir."

"Here are the questions you are to ask. Go ahead."

A flimsy joined the hypospray case. Galeni glanced at them; they were innocuous, just complex enough to help them learn how to conduct a fast-penta interrogation. He picked up the case, his fingers fumbling with the opening.

"Roll up your sleeve, please," he said to Vortala, who obeyed, eyes a little wide. Galeni applied the patch test, and the class waited restlessly for the already-known answer. Then he took the hypospray, double-checking that he had the fast-penta and not the antagonist, and quickly pressed it to Vortala's wrist. It wasn't any harder than any of their many first-aid drills, really.

"Count backwards from ten," he said, and again Vortala obeyed. Galeni could see him going under, the way the fear on his face first grew, then vanished to nothing but cheerful confidence. He blinked innocently at Galeni, who swallowed. The old Prime Minister's grandson, now under his complete control... he was abruptly very glad this was a training exercise with the class and instructor watching. He took a deep steadying breath, and didn't need to look down at the list of questions again as he leaned forward, the movement capturing Vortala's attention.

"What is your name?"
Trobadoratrobadora on January 1st, 2013 04:34 pm (UTC)
Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh. :D :D :D

He blinked innocently at Galeni, who swallowed. The old Prime Minister's grandson, now under his complete control... he was abruptly very glad this was a training exercise with the class and instructor watching.

I think I may love this BEYOND WORDS. Oh, Duv. ♥ ♥ ♥
Alethea Eastriding: elalethea_eastrid on January 3rd, 2013 05:31 am (UTC)
...what she said--yeah, that. There's a world of visceral description in those two sentences. Yow.

bluejayfic: watercolorbluejayfic on December 28th, 2012 04:37 pm (UTC)
Nineteen days after Repairs.
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on December 29th, 2012 12:43 pm (UTC)
Possibly not what you were expecting...


Piotr sat down on the grass, stretching out his legs comfortably and leaning back against the headstone as a man might settle himself against the headboard of his bed.

"Well, my love, I think he's going to be all right."

The familiar silence, fond and listening.

"I just heard from the Vorhalas boy. They're en route to their station, Aral's working like a serf, and the ship's efficiency ratings are going up every day."

A different, doubtful silence.

"That's Aral's doing, as executive officer on a destroyer. He's doing a good job. I know all your military knowledge is on land. Like mine. But Aral's been mad for spaceships for years and years, you remember him with Xav." He placed his hand flat on the grass. "I wish I could say I brought him back to his senses for you, but nothing I did made any difference. You know why. I always needed you to get into his head. But he's better now, with or without me. Perhaps that's for the best."

He rested his head against the top of the stone. "Should have brought a cushion, shouldn't I? I've gone soft, all these years living in a courtier's splendour. It would make you laugh."

The echo of remembered laughter swirled for a moment around the graveyard, and Piotr closed his eyes and sat in silence with his wife, the indentations of her carved name against his cheek.
bluejayfic: watercolorbluejayfic on December 29th, 2012 02:45 pm (UTC)
No, it isn't what I was expecting. It's better. I want to give Piotr a hug. Or better, bring Olivia back from the dead so she can give him a hug. Or whatever she deems appropriate. ;)
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on December 29th, 2012 06:09 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it. And oh, I think Piotr would have been such a different person if Olivia had survived :-(.
Alethea Eastriding: elalethea_eastrid on December 29th, 2012 03:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, I...oh, this...wow. Yeah. *sniff*

I guess the best way to say it is: I want to print this out and draw little hearts and stars in glitter-pen around it.
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on December 29th, 2012 06:10 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks! It was one of those ideas which just demanded to be written...
Lanna Michaels: astronomylannamichaels on December 29th, 2012 07:03 pm (UTC)
This is beautifully heartbreaking. (((PIOTR)))
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on December 30th, 2012 08:02 am (UTC)
I just can't stop writing Piotr even when I don't intend to...
Lanna Michaelslannamichaels on December 30th, 2012 12:02 pm (UTC)
Yeah, he does have that effect, doesn't he? ;)
Alethea Eastriding: elalethea_eastrid on January 1st, 2013 11:36 pm (UTC)
For which your audience is duly grateful!

...there is no good way in English to clarify that "your" in this case is plural...
Lanna Michaelslannamichaels on January 1st, 2013 11:51 pm (UTC)
I go with "y'all". ;)
Alethea Eastriding: elalethea_eastrid on January 2nd, 2013 02:19 am (UTC)
...y'all's audience?

(Not sure, says the damn Yankee, I'm going to be able to take that as "English"...) ::grin::
Lanna Michaelslannamichaels on January 2nd, 2013 02:42 am (UTC)
avanti_90: pic#118558189avanti_90 on December 28th, 2012 05:19 pm (UTC)
Looks like you have a lot of distractions already, but I'll add to it. One month after the first scene of Reconstruction.
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on January 7th, 2013 03:19 pm (UTC)
"Are you sure, my dear?" Her mother's voice was uncharacteristically gentle. "Are you sure this is wise?"

In truth, she wasn't entirely sure, even now that she had accepted the proposal. But she could say nothing to her mother of that now. "I think it will work out for the best."

"But right after a love-match - are you sure he will not ask more of you than you are able to give him?"

"Padma and I were not a love-match," Alys said, "but we came to be ... very fond of each other. And Aral and I have spoken of this, and I think we understand each other well enough."

"Well, you've always known your own mind," her mother said. "And he is the Lord Regent. But, my dear, he's a sot. And--well, you are no longer a maiden, I can speak of these things to you--his behaviour in the past has been extremely scandalous. Very difficult for a wife."

Vorrutyer, Alys supposed that meant. And other men. "I don't believe he will give me cause for embarrassment," she said.

"No woman ever does when she marries," her mother retorted tartly. "Though it's true he has improved somewhat since his first marriage." She sighed. "And your blood is unquestionably good enough for anyone, even the Lord Regent, and you could hardly look higher." She took Alys's hand suddenly. "But tell me this, as your mother: are your feelings strongly engaged?"

Alys stilled, gazing into the distance, thinking of her conversation with Aral last night. "I have great respect and affection for him," she said at last.

"Ah. Good. I didn't think--he's not a handsome man, after all, but he does have that air about him that ensnares some of the girls..."

Alys managed not to blush. She had been briefly susceptible to Aral's broken-warrior demeanour after Komarr, and had wished as much as any of the other young girls to kiss away his grimness. But she sought something a little different in a partner now: less romantic misery and more stability, and for all his appearance she thought Aral understood that and could provide it.

"Well, you're a properly-brought-up young woman and you seemed quite content with Padma, after all. I hope you may do as well with Lord Vorkosigan." She embraced Alys properly then, and kissed both her cheeks.

Alys leaned into her mother's arms, and thought about that final question. She did not love Aral, but she could not fail to notice how much easier she found it to discuss these matters with him than with her own mother. Perhaps it was a good sign.
avanti_90: pic#118558189avanti_90 on January 7th, 2013 03:33 pm (UTC)
This is exactly what I was hoping you would write! Thank you. And looks like someone else has been reading that scene of hedda62's :-)
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on January 7th, 2013 03:38 pm (UTC)
Oh yes, naturally!

I tried to write the actual conversation between Aral and Alys, but my mind kept going completely blank. It'll probably come to me at some utterly inopportune moment now ;-).
katyhasclogs: Clogkatyhasclogs on December 29th, 2012 08:53 pm (UTC)
If I'm not too late, how about The hand that rocks the cradle, a year later?