Why don't she write more? (the humorous explanation)
Warning! This page contains links to stories of a sexual nature, in which the couples are of the same sex. If you didn't mean to look at this sort of material, please leave now!
I write slash, originally for print zines, but now for the Web. I've written slash in two universes: Due South (with crossovers with E.R. and Batman) and Star Trek: Voyager.
I love romance, so you'll find a lot of that here, along with many happy (or at least hopeful) endings. There are also plenty of first-time stories (like I said, I love romance...).
Please remember that almost every slash story I write is rated at least NC-17 for explicitly detailed sex scenes. Don't click on the stories unless you're prepared for this.
Also, I don't warn for content beyond the NC-17. Please don't click on the stories unless you're prepared for the ride.
(A little warning: For me, the glory of the Internet is that I can fiddle with things to my heart's content. So, yes, I still come back and tweak the stories when I think of something I'd like to change. Just warning you....)
My first slash stories.... *sigh* They weren't supposed to be a series, but
things just kept happening inside my head. Though they stand alone, they
work even better when read in order. No graphics involved, though some of
the story parts are pretty large.
"Little Mr. Marker," a PWP written in
1996 and printed in Due Frisky 1. Two men, one game of strip
poker, and nothing more to bet with. The classic set-up.
plain version (18 kb)
"Thief of Hearts," a PWP written a
couple weeks later and printed in Due Frisky 1. The next night:
same two men, new game of poker, and still nothing to bet with. But some
rules seem to be -- changing.
plain version (29 kb)
"The Fire This Time," printed in Due Frisky 4. The rest of that week: Fraser and Ray aren't the only ones on fire. An arsonist is torching the low-rent section of Chicago; and is it possible that every nut in Chicagoland wants to tell Ray Vecchio their plans for the turn of the millennium?
"Redux," printed in 1997 as a stand-alone novel. It's October, but only the weather's cooling off. Someone is setting up Ray, but can Fraser save him? And can their relationship survive the wrath of Ma Vecchio?
"Crossed Paths," by "Ruth Elpin", printed in 1999 in Once, Twice, Three Times a Frisky (Almost Foolproof Press). A Due South/E.R. crossover featuring Ray Vecchio/Doug Ross. Yes, I said, "Vecchio/Ross". A doctor with an attitude meets a patient with more -- and a damned fine ass. [notes on the story]
"Batman and -- Oh, Never Mind," a Due South/Batman PWP companion to "Crossing Paths". A Chicago cop. The Dark Knight. A chance meeting and a little identity crisis. Probably funnier if you read "Crossing Paths" first. [a few notes]
"Parallel Lines": Sometimes what makes the difference is a word. (Due to the formatting of this story, it's available only in HTML.)
"Perfect Knowledge": After Paris accepts the wrong gift, Chakotay must rescue him from a premature burial. All he has to do is claim him....
"Tactical Maneuvers": Two guys, one shuttle, a road trip through a crumbling empire: what could happen?
[Okay, I don't post works in progress, but it had been three years since I updated; this is my attempt to prove that I'm actually still alive & -- sometimes -- writing. It's not going quickly -- trust me on this. But I do plan to finish it. Readers will just have to be really, really patient. We have a lot more planets to go. If you're remembering another title for this story: it was titled "Trade Relations," because I couldn't come up with anything better. That title, though, belongs to another story, so I've finally changed it to one actually more descriptive.]
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"Random Acts," a PWP. A brothel, a prostitute, a customer. What more does anybody really need?
"Collateral Damage," rated R for violence and for language your mother wouldn't like you to use; a slash story with no sex. Paris is captured by aliens from hell, but it's his relationship with Chakotay that might not survive.
"Ghost Light": Chakotay and Paris haven't even thought about having a romance ... but someone has.
"Chain Reaction": Two guys in a rut, some handcuffs, and entirely the wrong kind of tea. As fluffy and burned-out as I get.
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