who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

The Quality of Mercy, Avengers (Natasha/Clint), pg-13, ~950 words.

The sharp knife, the transparent lie: these are the things people like them call mercy.

See Me Angry, The Avengers (Bruce Banner | The Hulk), pg-13, ~1360 words

Bruce Banner's greatest secret is that he's always angry. It's almost funny that nobody ever guessed that.



( It's not much of a secret really. )

shadows crossing, Once Upon a Time (Belle/Rumpelstiltskin), pg-13, ~6,000 words.

Companion/prequel fic to we rise as we fall, wherein Mr. Gold and Belle spend a lot of time in Storybrooke doing a bad job of avoiding each other, try not to invoke a dreadfully unhappy ending on themselves, get into trouble, and generally refuse to resolve any of their problems in the most mutually irritating way possible.

“I thought they refused to talk to each other,” says James.

“Please,” says Emma, “they were always very distinctly not talking to each other. They’d go out of their way to end up in the same place and not talk to each other.”

seasons turning in waltz time, Once Upon a Time (Belle/Rumpelstiltskin), 2,000 words.

They dance around each other as the months turn winter into summer. 


( -red rose and thorny briar- )

The Vagabonds of Heroism, Once Upon a Time (Belle/Rumpelstiltskin), 935 words.

Belle has grown up with stories; she knows how they work, and how she will be the questing hero. But the stories are not always enough.

( Belle reads and re-reads the stories. )

Leaving the Tower [Tangled, 1470 words, one-shot.]

Escaping is not an event but a journey; Rapunzel may have left the tower, but sometimes it seems to have come with her.

 

 

 

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chapter one | chapter two | chapter three
chapter four | chapter five | epilogue

 

( Epilogue. )

I downloaded the Richard Feynman lectures on physics from the Six Easy Pieces selections (and several others, it was a giant folder, I don't remember everything, if you want them I can upload) and was listening to the first one on atoms and their movement on the drive to and from work today (I've got an hour commute each way, I have to make it productive somehow.)

I've always loved physics, and the weirder it gets, the better. But even the physics of the everyday is so simple and fascinating; I was working on my car tonight, and just knowing how a lever and circular motion can be used to lift an entire car with a minimum of effort is really quite amazing. Or knowing the chemical reactions that cause an engine to be more than a lump of metal. Or knowing about how hydraulic pressure controls a brake line.  It's all cool, all stuff I like to know about.

Feynman was talking in the lecture about how physicists discover laws in a way that's different from chemists or biologists... they have to come up with ideas first, about how things work, and those ideas, if they are good, are shown to be accurate through the observation of phenomena in repeated examples. It's not a theory or science without those experiments, but that idea, the imagination of it comes first. Feynman gave the example of hypothesizing about the structure of molecules and how those ideas could be proven by chemical experiments, and later by electron microscopes.

I was thinking more of how Einstein discovered all the things he did- it all started with thought experiments, with a giant WHAT IF. What if you were moving at the speed of light... and you looked in a mirror. What if you were moving upwards in an elevator really fast and somebody shone a light in one side. What if you were moving at 99% of the speed of light and your fellow traveler was moving at 95%, how would you each experience time?

And it occurred to me that in some ways, physicists and fic writers aren't that different. When you write fanfiction, you look at that world you're writing about, and you say... what if? What if we saw what Rose did after she was left in the other universe? What if Donna somehow met Gene Hunt? What if Susan used the skills she learned while ruling Narnia in this world, during the war? And so we write out these situations, seeing if they stand up to the way the characters really behave, and if they account for the laws that govern the internal logic of these worlds.

Sometimes they're bad ideas. Sometimes the way we've imagined them doesn't work, the characters just don't fit into those situations and so the fic falls apart, or maybe we just get no reviews or everybody goes "eh, that wasn't plausible". But sometimes they're great ideas. When people read the fics, they get a better idea of the motivations guiding that character, they find it consistent: a theory of behavior has been set forth and the situational evidence observed confirms that the original idea is more than just imagination, it's a legitimate predictor of further behaviors. The theory settles in people's heads and becomes something that guides their understanding of how the world works, whether that be how an atom is going to jiggle (Feynman's technical term!) or how Amy sees Rory.

I think that, in the end, that need to go "hey, what if..." is what really defines my interest in probably everything, making it a little less odd that I love literature and fandom and also physics, interests which have greatly confused people who think those can't go together (or, alternatively, have made people pretty much fall in love with me, which is a bit odder).

So that is how a raven is like a writing desk a fic-writer is like a physicist.