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I'm seriously geeking out over the Large Hadron Collider and immediately thought of Andrew's reaction to it. And came up with this nerd-reference-filled fic. I don't watch Stargate Atlantis or SG1, but I do know the original movie and how to use the SG Wiki. ;)

[ETA] I forgot to point out where my fantastic 70's Exploitation-style icon came from. Check out the whole series (made by my sister) here.


Title: Andrew Wells and the Large Hadron Collider
Author: Stoney, derp
Fandom: BtVS, SGA, every sci-fi show ever. :D
Rating: General (no cussin, killin, or cuttin up)
Summary: Andrew has the honor of starting up the LHC and detailing how the science behind it came to humans. Heeeeee.
Notes: Particle physics are purposely misunderstood by Andrew, not that many of you will care. *g* There's an obscure reference to an old holiday carol I re-wrote for Buffy fen, and I'm a dork. Sue me. Or rather, don't, because I make no money from this. I only make paper boats from this.

( Sixty nations contributed to scientific advance. And one demon demension and the Atlantians, too. )

*ficathon

Title: "I Have A Bad Feeling About This..."
Author: Stoney321
Rating, Characters: PG-13, Xander, Andrew, Various Slayerettes
Summary: Season 7 Buffy, pre-"Dirty Girls," post "Storytellers." A rare daytime moment of not fighting the Turok-Han or listening to bitchy 16 year olds whine about Buffy. Also: Playstation. Is it the superior gaming system? OR IS THAT BASED ON LIES? You decide, gentle viewers.
Disclaimer: Not only do I not own anything in Jossverse, or make money, I can't even sell my SOUL.
Betas: cherusha, entrenous88, and crazydiamondsue all tucked my commas back in, and pointed out when I quit sounding like the characters. They are all fantastic for their hand-holding.
A/N: Written for the lynnevitational challenge. Original prompt from _beetle_ And... I missed the slash-mark big time, I am so, so sorry. Here's what sprang forth from my broken mind, instead. Written in script format, which I believe by virtue of not being mentioned as a no-no, makes it legal. Yes, I am using a three-year-old's defense. *bakes cookies to soften your hearts* And I always welcome constructive criticism. Knock your socks off.

( I Have A Bad Feeling About This... )

...and for fun, here's a link to all seven seasons of Buffy, in script form.

Happy Birthday, Jess!! Oh, how I adore you. I have sat in a pub and discussed life, living, and whatnot with you, and did my level best to not crawl into your lap and play with your magnificent hair. I'm so proud to call you friend. I come bearing gifts of fic, while lame, is heartfelt and meant to put a smile on your face. And, um, finish my assignment for your Scottish Ficathon. I heart you, Jess!

Author: Stoney321
Title: What I Did On My Summer Vacation, By Andrew Wells, [Part 2 of 2] written for entrenous88's Scottish Ficathon
Rating: General
Pairing: Nothing sexual, Andrew, Jonathan, Sean Connery, assorted Scotsmen
Summary: While in Mehico - on the lam from Evil!Willow - Andrew regales Jonathan with ribald tales of his adventures abroad the summer after graduation to prove that Timothy Dalton was the best James Bond. Warning: burros. Also: Every possible Sci-Fi geek fanboy reference I could think of is crammed in here. JOY!
Disclaimer: I make no money from writing this stuff, which on one hand, bothers me. Because who doesn't want extra money? On the other, it's fanfiction, and possibly not very good, so I have the satisfaction of being paid what I'm worth. I've also been free-basing fish-tranquilizers and someone should call me an ambulance. Thanks to shuckit_trebek for loaning me "Connery Shpeak."

Part One, if you missed it. AND YOU MISSED A LOT.

( Cleek for Feek! )

Author: Stoney321
Title: What I Did On My Summer Vacation, By Andrew Wells, [Part1 of 2] written for entrenous88's Scottish Ficathon
Rating: General
Pairing: Nothing sexual, Andrew, Jonathan, Sean Connery, assorted Scotsmen
Summary: While in Mehico - on the lam from Evil!Willow - Andrew regales Jonathan with ribald tales of his adventures abroad the summer after graduation to prove that Timothy Dalton was the best James Bond. Warning: burros.
Disclaimer: I make no money from writing this stuff, which on one hand, bothers me. Because who doesn't want extra money? On the other, it's fanfiction, and possibly not very good, so I have the satisfaction of being paid what I'm worth. I've also been free-basing fish-tranquilizers and someone should call me an ambulance. Thanks to shuckit_trebek for loaning me "Connery Shpeak" and to crazydiamondsue and "Perfect Score on the SATs" cherusha for the beta work.

( Cleek for Feek! )

Happiest of days to crayonbreakygal and dancingdragon. May your day be merry and light, filled with presents, free food, and a foot massage. *blows out candle to make it true*

crazydiamondsue is running a Music of Pain ficathon, or "MOPEathon" as I call it, but since this pairing isn't allowed, I'll just write it for fun, mm'kay? The song for the inspiration is: "My Cell-Mate Thinks I'm Sexy." *snerk* Let's say that after Andrew and Jonathan get away from Dawn and Xander and Buffy in "Grave," Season 6, they got picked up again by the police. They weren't the smartest bunch in the real world. So we'll pick up there. Wheeee!! Rated G. Ish.

( A truck driving black magic mama. Cool. )

And to keep my head spinning with the inconsistancy of my thoughts, I have an RPS for sweptawaybayou coming up later today. DB/VK, drugs and rock and roll. I'm broken! Hooray!

Okay, number one is for tx_cronopio who wanted to laugh, for darlingboys who wanted Yoda with anyone, and hellziggy who wanted Spike with anyone. HA HA!! All fics are Gen Fic. Clean as a whistle. After the spit valve has been washed in bleach.

( Away Put Your Weapon. I Mean You No Harm )

For entrenous88 who wanted Giles and Xander, no parody, and them as race car drivers. Well, this is what came out. And for adis723 who asked for something she could relate to. Again, Gen Fic.

( They Call Me Mario Andretti, 'Cause I Always Drive My Car Well )

More later. Uh... if you want, that is. *bosses YOU around* For those that watched ST:TNG: "LOVE ME!"

First off, in less than three hours I'm meeting another LJ friend; somecandytalkin! Margaritas, snark, fun: woo hoo!!

And the previous chapter is here, now on with the show.

( Silence of the Hams, Part Four )