How would I ever finish anything, if I didn't sign up for challenges?

Did I mention that I signed up for the second round of story_lottery? Probably not. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision.
I picked my numbers a couple of weeks ago, and the lottery draw took place today.

These are my prompts:


4 - a soap bubble [Stargate Atlantis]
8 - the tide [Enterprise]
13 - smoke [Numb3rs]
18 - the full moon [Stargate SG-1/Discworld]
22 - a second [Psych]
31 - a lit candle [NCIS]

Bonus prompt:
26 - a déjà vu [Torchwood/Doctor Who]


\o/
I love my prompts!


ETA:
Honestly, the fic I posted right after this is just an exception to the rule!

SGA fic: These Pages Are Burning

Dear brain,

I clearly remember the two of us explaining just recently that we usually write happy things — no death fics and other dark stuff. Granted, we were being sarcastic, making our point by strongly claiming the opposite to be true. But still.
And now I find myself waking up one morning with you throwing this at me? There's death. (In a manner of speaking.) And it's dark. That's two out of two. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

With a heartfelt *wtf*,
me

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In other words:
McKay/Sheppard, PG-13, 1400 words. Angst, sort of death fic, kind of dark. Title from Sting's "The Book of My Life". Beta'd by the fabulous trystings.


( These Pages Are Burning )