Penname: Negolith [Contact] Real name: Renee Marie Garrow
Member Since: 20 Jul 2007 Membership status: Member
Born in the tiny town of Cut Bank, Montana, whose only claim to fame is being cold spot of the nation more than once, I grew up loving everything science fiction and fantasy. Of course growing up in said tiny town all it really did was label me a freak, but pfft, so what. I've been writing since high school, more so in the last five years, and hope to someday be a published author (in urban fantasy/horror/fantasy).
Other than some little ST:TNG vignettes I wrote in the 90's out of sheer boredom (hey, I was stuck in Cut Bank, what can I say), "The Claws That Catch" is the first fanfic I've ever penned. Hope you enjoy! I'm looking for all the feedback I can get. It truly helps the confidence.
Here is a link to a drawing of Shadow from 'Whiskey Tango Foxtrot': http://pics.livejournal.com/negolith2/pic/0000bpex/g1
I, alas, made the mistake of reading this one at work (because the system was down and I couldn't work on my own story because I was goofing off already and the Darvocet was giving me a really bad case of ADD anyway), and the last scene had me twitching with gales of silent laughter. Your Rodney voice is impecable, and your Dark!John is, is .... Well, let's say Rodney wouldn't be the only one ripping their clothes off. Ahem. Kudos!!
Summary: (REVISED FIC) Werewolf AU. Thrown back into a world she'd been trying desperately to leave behind, it was finally time for Elizabeth Weir to confront some demons - both from her past and of her own making. (Complete)
Okay, having just written my own mega supernatural AU, THIS one got me intrigued. Waiting impatiently for the next installment. =^.^= And I must add, if Elizabeth doesn't give in to her inner wolf and rip John's clothes off soon, I WILL reach into the story and smack her upside the head.
Summary: When Elizabeth had said that General O'Neill was sending them some specialist help, John's first thought had been SEALs, or maybe the SAS. What he got was sheep.
I waited until this was complete and had time to just sit and read and not be interrupted. You, m'dear, are a master of psychological whump. I lost count of how many times I sat all tensed up, teeth clenched, heart pounding. When Rodney made the declaraion that "they broke him", all I could think was, "Holy hell, they did." The recovery was just as equally tense and heartrending, but there was the team, each with their own strengths, to help along the way. And fitting that Ronon - the only one who could truly understand what John was going through - was the one to finally get things to break loose. Your Heightmeyer was such an intelligent, grounded, wonderful, caring character it made me wish we could have seen this version on the show more before the dweebs killed her off. I tend to avoid overly angsty stories (mainly because I've had some rec'd to me that were just bowsy-wowsy-woo-woo crap), but this one had me intrigued from the beginning, and dying of curiosity to see how in the gorram hell John was going to recover. The final showdown with Ki'vana and Morticia had me grinning like a maniac. Yeah, John not giving Morticia the satisfaction was incredibly ... satisfying. A very good day, indeed. =^.^=
An absolute wonderful romp, as always! I even took time out from working on my monster opus to read. You two are maestros of snark, and I must find some way to work "testicle constellation" into a conversation. And, oh, so many good lines - too many to count!! I bow to your combined awesomeness. ;)
negolith