Miriam Heddy's Little Corner of the Universe

© LAST UPDATED: May 31, 2009

A NOTE ON SLASH:
Slash stories are fictional works based around characters from TV, film, and sometimes written fiction by other authors. The "slash" refers to the punctuation mark between the names of the characters paired romantically and/or sexually in the story.

A NOTE ON RATING SLASH:
All my stories contain homosocial and homosexual themes.
As a nod to those who feel that the label "slash" isn't enough. I have attached a blanket rating of "SMUT" (aka "erotica") to my stories, which means that these stories were written for an audience of adults who recognize that human expressions of affection range from the polite and platonic to the erotic and explicit.

Frankly, I don't think it makes any sense to rate written fiction, nor does the publishing world or the ALA. Specifically, the idea of using ratings designed (or derived from those used) to describe visual media (film and television) is rather odd, given that such ratings reflect concern over the immediacy of visual images, which require no base level of literacy in order to convey meaning and have impact on the viewer. In other words, a child of five sees the same penis a woman of twenty sees, and in exactly same amount of time. As for writing, a child of five is unlikely to be able to read these stories at all, and is equally unlikely to recognize the word "penis."

If you're not sure if you're mature enough to read my stories, you might not be. But if you're literate enough to be able to make sense of my sentences, and aren't bored by them, you're likely old enough to access enough information to answer any questions you have about the ideas and imagery contained in my stories, and I invite you to do so. If you are under the age of majority, read these stories, and find yourselves with questions about human sexuality, love, or anything else you see here, consult with your local library or your local parent for more information. If you are an adult and have questions, you may wish to do the same.  

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NON-FICTION NATTERINGS:

Miriam Heddy's LiveJournal: Verbiage with the Occasional Insight
Friend me and you, too, can read about my latest fannish obsessions, be subjected to my latest rants, and watch me pretend that I'm on staff at The New Yorker. Some high art, some low art, some slash, some meta, some stories about my kids, and some stuff that's probably "craft," all seasoned with bouts of fairly unapologetic TMI.

THE SLASH:

Fandoms are listed alphabetically, rather than chronologically, because I'm a better speller than a historian. If you're curious as to which stories were written first, you might consider the level of skill demonstrated in the writing. I have gotten considerably better with age and practice, and I leave up some of my earliest efforts (in X-Files, DS9, Voyager, and my Joxer/Ares series alongside my latest work (which includes Buffy, Numb3rs and Harry Potter) both because my earliest writing efforts still bring me some pleasure (and therefore might do the same for others) and also because writers evolve over time, with feedback, and betas, and friends, and many, many revisions.

BATMAN BEYOND

Borrowed Skin
Sometimes, it's all about what's on the outside.
(Bruce/Terry)

BUFFY

Spike/Xander:

Pons Asinorum
The first time was pants.

Breaking
Xander was determined to break up with Spike this time. The problem was, he was just as determined not to.

Fairy Dust
"And did you see that?" Buffy waved her hands in the air. "What was up with that? Aren't they supposed to go 'poof'? It's not right to just change the rules mid-Slayer."

Peculiarities of Taste and Sentiments
"A man's penmanship is an unfailing index of his character, moral and mental, and a criterion by which to judge his peculiarities of taste and sentiments." Download the PDF. Written for the Spander Valentine Ficathon, 2009.

The Parallax Effect I
Spike's desire for a photograph spurs some rather fraught conversations about love, lust, mortality and ancient history (though in this part, you'll just find some fairly uncomplicated sex-talk as Spike discovers that he and Xander share a fantasy.) Written for [info]spring_with_xan
The Parallax Effect II: The Shuttered Eye
Spike and Xander take nothing for Granta. Begins directly after The Parallax Effect. Warnings: Blatant geek references. No television shows were harmed in the making of this story. Written for [info]spring_with_xan


RPS: Nicholas Brendon/James Marsters

Between the Legitimate Parts
He told himself it was inevitable, which was apparently a self-fulfilling prophecy.

CRIMINAL MINDS

Misdirection
Reid talks about flowers. Gideon listens, finally.

CROSSING JORDAN

Bringing Out the Dead
Sometimes, even the best criminologists can't read the body before them. Bug/Nigel.

Bound to the Mast
Becoming the man Lily wants may mean being the man Nigel needs. Bug/Lily. Bug/Nigel.

Diversion
Two men equal double the incapacity to communicate. Bug/Nigel.

Having Woody
Some idle speculation.

Three Points Circumscribing Mourning
Bug leaned back against the opening to the hotel bathroom, by the sink, resting his hand on the jut of her hip, trying to make the gesture feel meaningful. (Bug/Roz/Nigel)

Coming Out From The Cold
"Unrequited. Yes," Nigel admitted, naming it at last. The pain was rather less like the sharp scalpel he'd imagined and more that of a seam-ripper reopening the badly healed-over suturing of his heart. Bug had often noted that he was remarkably unskilled at the closing of bodies, considering his other hobbies. And now, he found he wanted to curl over on the bed, but instead kept his back straight and stood tall. Pride goeth before a fall, and sometimes afterwards.

Human Error
Everyone makes them. Bug's are just taller than most.

Impulse
Bug contemplates the human heart.

DRESDEN FILES

On Burning
Bob rarely did this, of course. It was unethical and, worse, there were far too few opportunities, as Harry tended to sleep rather fitfully, tossing and turning and often waking several times before morning. But tonight, circumstances were ideal.

DUE SOUTH

Unassuming
Sometimes it is what it looks like.

Are You Experienced
Ray, on the cusp.

Articulation
A still life.

Shades of Ray
How do you know when to stop looking? Ray figures out the who, what, when, and where of his life, post-CotW.

Terminal Velocity
The terminal velocity of an adult jumping out of a plane is about 50 m/s (about 180 km/hour) although a specially equipped and trained skydiver can reach much higher speeds.

HARRY POTTER

What Dire Offence
In which Harry learns how to teach and discovers, along the way, that it's not the size of the desk nor the length of the robe that defines the measure of the man. Post-War Harry/Snape.

HOUSE

Name That Tune
House played a run on the keys and the notes resolved themselves into something familiar that James couldn't place.

THE INVISIBLE MAN

Typology
wherein Bobby Hobbes runs into an invisible wall and Darien Fawkes runs into an irresistible force.

JOXER/ARES
(from Xena: WP and Hercules: TLJ)

Lessons in Battle
Without Rhyme or Reason
The Gods' Tears
Idle Hands
Dark Dreams
Temper Temper (or Mead Between the Lies)
Hooks, Lines, and Sinkers

NERO WOLFE

Displacement
"I am not unmoveable but my flesh has a constitutional reluctance to sudden, violent or sustained displacement." (Nero/Archie)

NUMB3RS (Charlie/Larry) Winner: Outstanding Slash Author 2006

Double-Act
Larry Fleinhardt looked out the window and decided that it was high time for a break. He rested his head on his hands, a part of his mind still working on the problem, but not a large part, as it was not a large problem. It was, like most problems, a small problem that seemed larger and more complicated the longer you looked at it. And he knew that, with sufficient distance from it, and a little nap, it would all come into focus and he'd figure it out. Or he wouldn't.

And if he didn't.... well, the fate of the world hardly rested on whether one fifty-one year old physicist got laid.

Magnus Force
Golf, drugs, sex, and the blues. Still no incest, but quite a bit of sex and gratuitous vacuum cleaner lust.

Standard Deviation
It was an interesting thing, really, the peculiar habit Charlie had of appearing without an appointment or other previous arrangement, insisting on finagling a consultation with him on everything from the purely practical to the almost ethereally philosophical (though perhaps that range was more a matter of his response than of Charlie's provocation). Perhaps lost on Charlie was that most of these consultations seemed completely independent of whatever activity Larry himself was involved in at the time, after which moment Charlie would inevitably pop off, evincing no real interest in the life left, interrupted, in his wake.

On the Relative Significance of Bodily Proxemics: A Research Problem
The most obvious thing for Larry to do at this point would be to excuse himself, go get some more coffee or go to the bathroom, and Charlie would step back-he would have to or it might become awkward enough to require acknowledgment. But Larry had to at least suspect that, habits being fairly deeply ingrained, they could end up back in this same position again when he returned, so if Larry was smart-and that was inarguable-he would likely return only to offer Charlie the hot seat instead. And Larry would then perch on the edge of the desk. In which case, Charlie had a contingency plan.

Tempest
"Charlie, before this conversation proceeds any further, I have to say, now, just to be clear, and so there's no potential for misunderstanding between us on the subject--that I don't particularly care what your thesis advisee thinks of my math skills, or anything else, for that matter. I particularly don't care what she thinks of my theories, most of which lie outside her area of expertise, such as it is. So what I think of her, as you asked, is largely...irrelevant. I am capable of being professional, regardless."

"Wow--you really don't like her. I had no idea. How did I miss that?"

Making Out
His shirt was open all the way and Charlie kissed the freckles over Larry's collarbones and put his hands flat over Larry's chest, curling his fingertips over and pinning his shoulders in place. Larry sighed and relaxed against the back of the sofa, but his thighs tensed up under Charlie as he settled his full weight down on Larry's erection.

"Charles, are you sure your father's not about to come through that door?"

Dinner for Four
"What—you're telling me my son—what—my son is homosexual?"

"Gay. The word is gay nowadays." And leave it to Don to insist on precision and miss the point entirely.

Late Victorians
"Children are wormholes... Yeah, they're portals. Into the unreachable future and unattainable past. Now as things stand now they only exist in the theoretical realms."

Larry waved a hand in the air as if dismissing his entire argument, and then, both hands were in the air, moving around as if Larry was conducting a small orchestra as he spoke. "Don't you think about the future, Charles? This house—it's outlived every one of its owners, every last one, as you would expect. But did they expect it? And I—I have to wonder, sometimes, if my legacy will be nothing more than this—" Larry fingered the film of sawdust coating his hands "—that somebody else revises, removes, strips, obscures, erases. Is it hubris to want more than that, do you think?"

Cabin Pressure
Larry Fleinhardt and Charles Eppes, at thirty thousand feet.

Salting the Wound
"I'm just trying to understand," Charlie offered.

Larry nodded. "Because for some reason, some part of this bothers you. So, what bothers you—that I, apparently, don't cry when you believe I should? Or that you do? Because I suspect those are two very different problems, if they are, indeed, problems, and I'm not entirely sure that they are."

On Diving
The fish's upturned white belly was precisely fish-belly white and, Larry decided, somewhat disturbing. He had already considered fishing it out of the pond—and wasn't that a strange expression? He'd never actually considered its origin before. And if he did get it out of the water, he hadn't come up with a good place to put it. After all, he could hardly bring it inside and flush it down the toilet. It was far too large. And it was too much like something he cared about to just throw away.

And that was precisely the problem, wasn't it? What did you do with something like this?

Someone else would notice it soon, he supposed, and then it would be out of his hands.

Dimensions (of which there are eleven)
1. There came a point after which ignoring the attraction was simply impossible. And he'd tried—he certainly had at that. He considered it a sign of personal weakness, then, that he could no longer look at Charles at all without thinking about the line of his body entirely unencumbered by clothing.

Impending Armageddon
"Charles, perhaps it would be best to inform your father about the impending Armageddon."
—Larry Fleinhardt to Charlie Eppes, "Dirty Bomb."
"Well, listen, Dad, whenever I have a girlfriend, I will let you know by putting a note on the refrigerator."
–Charlie to Alan, "Vector."

Doing a 160
Office sex is love.

Lachesis
"There's a story in this closet, Charles. No—" Larry held up a hand, "Anticipating, here, your objection that there's probably a story in most closets, which is certainly true. And I don't suppose mine to be particularly original."

Identity Theft
Charlie/Larry Amnesia fic, written for the Numb3rs ficathon
"So you—you don't know who you are."

"Nope. Who am I?" he grinned, and for just a second, his brother, Don, smiled back. When he smiled, Don's eyes crinkled up at the sides, and he estimated he was several years older, maybe more. He was also, objectively speaking, taller and better looking than the guy in the mirror, with less nose and short, spiky dark hair. Charlie didn't hold it against him, though he wondered if he usually did.

Convertible
"So...tell me again why you're still encouraging me to date Amita?" Charlie set down the now empty beer on the rail, noticing it made a neat line beside the others, his and Larry's nearly indistinguishable but for the small amount Larry always left at the bottom of every bottle.

"Was I?" Larry looked down at the table, seeming to study it, though they had just finished the game and Charlie didn't think that either of them really wanted another. His own eyes were getting a little heavy from the beer, and his arm was starting to get loose and unpredictable. Larry, strangely enough, seemed relatively steady, though he was topping the puck.

Lucky Seven
All of which somehow led him back to the alien, because there was just something about the little guy—maybe the expression—that made him think of Larry, though to be honest, he'd probably been thinking of Larry anyway. It was a problem of defining events.

men(both little and small)
Alan was out getting things for dinner, and due back shortly, and Don was apparently taking a shower before dinner, and so he decided to at least open the conversation. After all, his own car would be in the driveway, facilitating a quick exit should things go badly (and he already assumed they probably would, and was resigned to another night alone, though he did wonder whether he should wait until after dinner to broach the subject and so ensure that he at least got to eat whatever Alan was cooking tonight. He really had been looking forward to dinner and good conversation, though putting it that way, his plan seemed rather self-serving.)

What We're Talking About When We're Talking About... What Were We talking About?
Oh leave the Wise our measures to collate.
One thing at least is certain, light has weight.
One thing is certain and the rest debate.
Light rays, when near the Sun, do not go straight.
—Sir Arthur Eddington

Addressing the Sky
An L/C drabble.

Metamorphosis
The physics of paper airplanes.

Undone
Shopping!

The Bachelor
An old standard, written for the Numb3rs Crackfic Challenge.

Talking Out of School
Protect the student. If there was a Hippocratic Oath for teachers, surely that was it. Protect them from others who would keep them from learning. Protect them from themselves and their immaturity, so that they can grow and learn. Protect them from your own baser instincts, which of course meant admitting that you had such things. He took this task very seriously--as seriously as he took anything, and more seriously than he took himself. It was, perhaps, the single most important thing he believed in aside from Charles.

Now, he had to protect Amita from Charles. The only question was, how?

Solving For Another X
Because I needed to cheer myself up a bit after Dark Matter.

Terpsichore
When I sit, you sit. When I kneel, you kneel. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera!

Quickening
Do not ask me why, because I can't justify this, even to myself, except to say, "LJ MPREG DAY." Go on... read it anyway. It's not what you expect (ahem).

Off the Plane of the Ecliptic
Sometimes, the skew of the orbit means everything.

THE PROFESSIONALS

Only Queers Kiss
A very short Pros story about what we dare not speak, and what we dare not feel

Pandora's Box
Original Publication: Living Pros, Bovinity Press, 1999

Fancy That
pdf file
Original Publication: The Bisto Kids, Infinity Press, 2001

Fire Held High and Away
pdf file
Original Publication: The Bisto Kids, Infinity Press, 2001

Losing is an Art
pdf file
Original Publication: The Bisto Kids, Infinity Press, 2001

Glass Houses
Original Publication: Motet Opus 3 in B and D, Keynote Press, October 1999

The Joy of Camping
Original Publication: Motet Opus 3 in B and D, Keynote Press, October 1999

Zeno's Paradox
Original Publication: Living Pros, Bovinity Press, 1999

REGENESIS

Let's Not Talk About It And Say We Did
Over the years, David had observed that there were some conversations you just couldn't avoid. And somehow, Bob was responsible for nearly all of them. Written For: Yuletide 2006 (and with a gold star, no less!)

THE SENTINEL

Addictions
My first Sentinel story. Follows the episode"Brother's Keeper." And yes, I guess I am a Jimbabe.

Writing Off His Clothes
What kind of pictures can we paint if we find the language we need? My tribute to the eroticism of the written word.

Laid Bare
Smooth as silk doesn't quite cover it.

The Sharper Edge
I'm pretty proud of this one. A little masochism (Blair's) and a little household-related sadism (also Blair's). And yes, the dustvac strikes again! Note to all dustvac manufacturers: Both The Sentinel  and Miriam's Little Corner of the Universe are still looking for sponsors.  Contact either UPN or me for further information. Jim's dustvac of choice could easily (terms negotiable) become a name-brand appliance.

The Charm
Not your traditional first-time story.

Vocabulary
When actions aren't enough. Jim and Blair define the terms of their relationship.

Sestina
Co-written with Sentinel slash author Francesca. What happens when two feminists and academics sit down in a room and try to figure out what we hate about Maya, and why she's *still* worth thinking about. Besides, as we all know, nature abhores a vacuum.

Four A.M.
Blair gets off, Jim gets off, and they eat eggs for breakfast.

Intervention
To quote Thomas Hardy, this is "a series of seemings, or personal impressions, the question of their consistency or their discordance, of their permanence or transitoriness, being regarded as not of the first moment."

The Sentinel by James Ellison
Co-written with Sentinel slash author Francesca. Ok, this story is a sort of hommage to a famous science fiction author. If we tell you who it is, we'll ruin it. The answer is at the back of the story, for the curious. (g) Mild spoilers for TS by BS: in fact, the story is sort of our slant rhyme response to the ep. Enjoy. Feedback requested as always.

Dork
Co-written with Francesca. Blair gets in touch with his inner nebbish. Jim gets in touch with Blair's inner nebbish.

Means, Motive, and Opportunity -- in the zine Entre Act

The Pull and The Darkness
Jim zones, Blair bones: trouble ensues.

Men
An ode to male flesh.

SMALLVILLE

Underlayment
Clex: two cocks, two hands.

Exceptions
Clark makes them... sometimes.

SORORITY BOYS

Adina
A surprisingly serious story about gender-bending frat boys.

SPORTS NIGHT

I Got Rhythm
This story is about demographics the way Sports Night  is about sports.

Vaguely Gay
Almost turns out to be not nearly enough.

Shell Game
Sometimes words are more important than actions, which is not to say that actions aren't important....

STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE

Chronology (G/B) -- in the zine No Holds Barred #21 (available from Kathy Resch's Press)

STAR TREK: VOYAGER

Distance Between Decks
Loads of Paris angst (my favorite kind). When we can travel between the stars, is the distance between decks as far as it seems?

Adrift
More Paris angst. Or is it Kim angst? Does the one ever really come without the other?

Crew Manifest
My friend Dyevka begged me to write a Chakotay/Paris. Despite risking my membership in the OTP (One True Pairing, natch) Society, I took up the challenge. And found a reason to like Chakotay in the process.

STAR WARS: THE PHANTOM MENACE

The Mona Lisa Smile
Qui-Gon Jinn is a very tall tree and Obi just might see how the view is from on top. Is Obi's constant grin the prelude to a joke or a grin of triumph?

STARGATE: ATLANTIS

Don't Ask, Don't Tell
McKay finds it more difficult than he would have imagined to indulge John in his little fantasy. For the SGA: Flashfic SlaveFic Challenge.

STARSKY AND HUTCH

That Thing You Do With Your Mouth (S/H)-- in the zine Dreamers (available from Idiot Triplets Press)

Scene -- in the zine The Fix #20 (available from Idiot Triplets Press)
Act (sequel to Scene)-- in the zine The Fix #21 (available from Idiot Triplets Press)

THE X-FILES

Note: These are among my earliest attempts at writing slash, and as such, aren't nearly as good as my current work. But I leave these up to mark my development as a writer, and because they hold for me a certain nostalgia, and because I still do love Mulder and Krycek and their very dysfunctional romance.

Delayed Gratification (M/K)
My first attempt at slash. Since writing this, I've learned a lot about POV (and many other things as well <g>). I've thought of revising this and may yet decide to do it, but for now I think it stands pretty well, so I'm leaving it. As the title suggests, don't expect the good bits to be revealed right away.

Training (M/K)
Mild pun warning on this one. Another early story while I was still getting my writing-legs. To those who've asked...Yes, I will write another M/K one of these days. And thanks for the encouragement!

M/K Short Short Story Challenge Entry: 500 Words Are Not Enough
My answer to the M/K list challenge to write a 500 word short, short story. Sort of a prose poem resulted, and I continue to be proud of this early effort.

The Nekkid Round Robin (M/K)
A round robin is a story passed from one writer to another, with each writer adding some words. A "Nekkid" round robin is, well, you'll have to read it yourself. I can't seem to find a copy of this, so if you've got it, could you email me so I could link to it here?

And A Bonus Erotic Poem:


To a Friend for her Naked Breasts

Madam I praise you, 'cause you'r free,
And you doe not conceal from me
What hidden in your heart doth lye,
If I can through your breasts spy.

Some Ladies will not show their breasts,
For feare men think they are undrest,
Or by't their hearts they should discover,
They do't to tempt some wanton Lover.

They are afraid tempters to be,
Because a Curse impos'd they see,
Upon the tempter that was first,
By an all-seeing God that's just.

But though I praise you have a care
Of that al-seeing eye, and feare,
Lest he through your bare breasts see sin,
And punish you for what's within.
--from Eliza's Babes: or The Virgin-Offering (London 1652, p 56).


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