Fan Fiction

[gypsy4life]

From what I've read on prior posts, it seems there used to be a "Fan Fic" chain linked through the Stevie/Mac world.

Does anyone here remeber? Have any of you been Fan Fic authors?

Just curious about it...I'd love to read some that stuff..I'm sure it was very interesting to say the least!!

[goldustsongbird]

Um... Could we not encourage this? Fanfic is awkward enough when it's about TV characters, but I'm beyond weirded out by fic about real people.

[SortaSavageLike]

All you need to do is take Kirk/Spock fanfiction and replace Kirk with Lindsey and Spock with Stevie.

[CADreaming]

Originally Posted by goldustsongbird

Um... Could we not encourage this? Fanfic is awkward enough when it's about TV characters, but I'm beyond weirded out by fic about real people.

You mean Stevie and Lindsey aren't fictional characters??

[trackaghost]

Originally Posted by SortaSavageLike

All you need to do is take Kirk/Spock fanfiction and replace Kirk with Lindsey and Spock with Stevie.

I used Sabrina The Teenage Witch fanfic instead The find/replace function is too cool

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5341225/...ttle_witchling

I woke up from my cat nap hoping that my dear little witchling is around but she’s not home from rehearsals yet. I hated staying at home waiting like a lost and very sad puppy for his master to come home, it gives me the chills. Getting off the comfy bed that belongs to Stevie, I walk out of her room hoping there is something to eat in the kitchen.
As I got closer to the last step, I heard Mick and Christine arguing about something dealing with Stevie. My heart pounded deeply as the ringing was in my ears. I didn’t move at all and I really wanted to know what’s wrong with my witchling.
I pushed the door open and suddenly the two Mac members stopped talking to stare at me. I didn’t like the pity look in their eyes for a moment before they put up fake smiles. I slowly moved forward feeling my temper raising and times like this when I wish I was a human once more. I spoke with such deadliness that it caused Mick to flinch and he isn’t one of those people to get scared that easily. “What’s going on here? Where is Stevie?”
Neither of the two musicians said a word at all and didn’t look in my direction. I got my answer when I heard the door open then slammed shut. I smelled the saltiness in the air, my heart constricting and breaking at the sound of anguish coming out of the beautiful blonde girl that I came to love and be protective of. I glance at the two Brits waiting for them to do something but they didn’t all they did was sigh glaring in the distance.
Growling deeply in my throat, I dashed out of the kitchen running up the stairs as the scent was getting stronger and the sounds louder. I paused at the door to her room not really want to intrude on her right now.
Hearing her cry harder made my decision as I proceed with caution in the room. I found my witchling laying on her bed tears streaming down her pale gorgeous cheeks. I jumped on her bed curled up besides offering any comfort I could. I must have dozed off when I heard her talk. “I decided to tell him my feelings.”
I felt the jealously strike at the pit of my stomach angry at the man who dared to hurt my Stevie. I wanted to hurt the man as a snarl erupts in my throat, the adrenaline pulsing in my blood. Damn there are times I wish I could tell her how I feel but she sees me as her protector and friend but for now it’s enough.
I asked as gently as I could fight the bile in my throat. “Who is he?”
“Lindsey, I just told Don Henley how I feel about him and he rejected me. He doesn’t feel the same way for me.” she cried out holding the tears. “I should have listened to Mick and Christine what they said about Don Henley.”
“Oh, Stevie you didn’t know.” I told her, hoping she could hear the concern in my voice.
We remained in a comfortable silence; she was rubbing me behind my ear as I purred enjoying the sensations. A couple of hours later, Christine called out for Stevie from down stairs saying there is someone to see her. The girl beside sighed not wanting to go alone and I pushed my nose into her hand as I whispered out softly, “I’ll be right by your side.”
She smiled gratefully as she carried me down the stairs, curious to see who her guest was. At the door was Don Henley smiling cutely holding some flowers Lindsey rolled his deep blue eyes annoyed at the flower choice the mortal made. Stevie adored roses, violets, cherry blossoms especially the Japanese ones, and of course orchids. She didn’t much care for the smell of daisies that much. The Henley boy had to get his witchling daisies of all flowers.
Lindsey felt his charge flinch at the sight of him in front of her. Every instinct was kicking in to protect Stevie with his life. He snarled at the boy filling somewhat satisfied seeing Don Henley back off. Raising his hand, Lindsey flexed out his claws narrowing his eyes warningly to the boy.
Don Henley glanced at Stevie hoping he could talk to her alone but for some strange reason her ex is snarling at him as if telling him to back off. He wasn’t one to back up from a challenge but for some odd reason he knew that he wouldn’t win so he turn towards Stevie as he told her softly. “I’m sorry for hurting your feeling, but I just consider you to be a friend. We still can be friends right?”Stevie sighed sadly as the hurt remained in her eyes answering the Eagles drummer in front of her. “Yeah, friends.”
Don Henley smiled giving Stevie the flowers before he walked off. She placed the daises to one side just wanted to go to sleep in order to help her with the pain in her heart. She took the steps two at a time until she reached her room and settle Lindsey on her desk.
Allowing herself to fall on the bed she closed her eyes dozing off, not completely asleep when Lindsey jumped on her bed. He moved closer to her as he whispered to her, “Stevie, I’ll always be there for you know matter what. I care about you so much that I just want you to be happy. I love you, Stevie and I always will.”
“Love ya, too Lindsey.” Stevie murmured sleepily.

[LikeAWillow]

Originally Posted by trackaghost

I used Sabrina The Teenage Witch fanfic instead The find/replace function is too cool

I love you.

[trackaghost]

I think the world needs more Mick and Stevie fanfic so I've used this beautiful Mork & Mindy story to create a beautiful romance.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5312223/1/Mork_and_Memories

It was early on a Saturday morning, and Stevie Nicks didn't need to get up at her normal early hour, but she had woken up on her own. Sighing, she rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. As she lay there, she looked back on the past two weeks and smiled to herself. Two weeks ago, they had thrown a birthday party for their downstairs neighbor, John McVie, and after everyone had left, she and Mick had said "I love you" to each other for the first time. Oh, she had known she loved him for a long time now, and she had thought he probably felt the same way, but they had never put it into words. Now that he had said them for the first time, he enjoyed telling her every chance he did. Instead of "Good Night" in the morning, he'd say, "I love you!". Instead of "Hello" when leaving the room, he'd say, "I love you!". It was endearing and cute, and so very very Mick. It seemed hard to believe how much he had grown as a person in the three years since he had arrived in America from his home planet of Britain, yet he still said things like "hallo" instead of "hello". She felt herself drifting back to sleep remembering his conversation with Christine on the sofa, and the warm fuzzy feeling that began to grow inside of her when he told Christine how he felt and asked, "Is that love?".
Mick was hanging from his bar up in his attic bedroom when he awoke with a start. He glanced at the clock, laying on the floor so he could read it while in bed and saw it was too early to get up on a Saturday morning. Stevie had been working very hard in the studio and had told him last night that she planned on sleeping in today, but when she got up should would make English pancakes for breakfast (pancakes shaped like the Queen). Just thinking about Stevie made him feel all warm and tingly all over. It was amazing how this emotion of love had the ability to make you feel good even when the person you cared about wasn't around. He had cared about Stevie almost from the moment he met her three years ago. Her patience with him when he was so clueless about American customs and willingness to protect him against the world around him touched a part of him that had been shut off for his entire life. It was because of Stevie that he was eventually able to come to terms with his emotions and live in relative harmony with them. He may not be a better Brit, but he was definitely a more complete person because of Stevie. He began to swing gently on his swing, lulling himself back to sleep, waiting to hear Stevie moving around downstairs before waking up for the day.
Stevie managed to sleep until 9:30 am, which was very late for her. She sat up and stretched, surprised that Mick hadn't come in to wake her up yet. He loved her English pancakes and had been very excited about having them for breakfast last night. She smiled, picturing him sitting up in the attic waiting impatiently for her to get up before coming downstairs. He had been so considerate of her lately with the extra work she'd been pulling in the studio. They were both learning to adjust to the way their lives had been changing, and now that they had admitted their feelings for each other, it would probably be changing again. But only for the better, she thought. She got up and got dressed in a long, black chiffon dress and platform shoes. She brushed her teeth, and quietly opened the door to the living room. Looking around, she saw no sign of Mick, although the stairway to the attic was open. She tiptoed through the living room into the kitchen, and began to get the ingredients ready to make the pancakes. She was sure once she started cooking, he'd be right down.
Mick awoke to the sound of the refrigerator opening up in the kitchen down below. *Stevie was awake!* He flipped off of his swing and prepared to run downstairs when he caught a glimpse of her in the kitchen and saw she was already dressed. He decided to get dressed before going downstairs as well. It didn't take long for him to change into his normal attire of a black waistcoast, velvet-pants, and the wooden balls that hung from his belt. All he needed was his shoes, and one of them must have gone flying the night before because he couldn't find it. He was searching for it when he heard the phone ring. He sat down at the top of the stairs and listened as Stevie answered the phone.
"Hello. Oh hi, Dad, good morning! Yes, I'm fine, and Mick's fine too. No, we don't have any plans for today, I think we're going to get caught up in rehearsals and stuff like that. I've been pretty busy with the band lately and Mick tries to do his share to help out but sometimes we just need catch-up days." Stevie paused, listening to her father's side of the conversation before continuing, "Oh Dad, he does his best, you have to love him for trying to help." She paused again, "OK, well you don't have to love him, but I do." Another pause. "Yes, Dad, I meant what I said, I do love him, and he loves me too." This time there was a longer pause and he could hear her begin to pace within the kitchen. "Yes Dad, I know that falling in love with another guy in the same band is a little wierd. Life with Mick has been anything but boring since he arrived, but he makes me happy, he makes me laugh, and that's what's most important." She sighed, "Yes, Dad, I'm sure life would be a lot easier if I fell in love with a human." Mick stood up and moved away from the opening, farther into the attic room. He had always carried a lot of insecurities about how his being here had impacted Stevie's life. He remembered when he had first arrived, he had run away from home thinking she would be happier without him there, but she had come looking for him. Several times over the years he had been conflicted on what was really best for Stevie, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized how important doing what was best for Stevie was for him. It was how he recognized his growing affection for her. His feelings for her scared him at times, but he could no longer imagine life without her in it.
Meanwhile downstairs, Stevie continued her conversation with her father, "Look Dad, I know it'd probably be easier, but it wouldn't be as fun or as happy. I love Mick because of who he is, British and all, and he loves me too. Just be happy for us, OK? Look, I need to finish making breakfast, I'll talk to you later. Bye, Dad." She hung up the phone and began mixing the pancake batter. When it was ready she called upstairs to Mick, "Mick, it's time to make some English pancakes! Are you going to come help me, or sleep in all day?"
Mick glanced back to the stairs, unable to keep from smiling at the sound of her voice, and saw his other shoe hiding behind his foot stool. He loved her so much, he wished he could make her life easier by being a regular human. He sat down long enough to put on his shoes and then he moved towards the stairs and started calling, "Stevie, Stevie, Stevie!" as he grabbed a hold of the swing rope and began to swing down to the base of the stairs to the attic. Stevie looked up when he started to call her name. About halfway through his swing, there was a sickening crack, and the ceiling where the rope was attached broke away. Stevie watched in horror as Mick fell down onto the attic stairs faster than he could flip a finger around to do anything. He landed on his back with his head hitting one of the steps with a loud, "Thunk!". Stevie gasped as he lay limply on the stairs, not moving, eyes closed. The rope landed on top of him.
She set the bowl of batter aside and ran around the kitchen island to the stairs and got as close to him as she could. He was so still it terrified her, Mick was normally a bundle of energy, always moving unless he was speaking to John McVie. She pulled the rope off of him and tossed it to the side and tried to figure out what to do. She knew almost nothing of British biology, she didn't know how to check for a pulse or see if he was breathing or anything. In the three years he had lived there, they had never covered first aid procedures for an Brit! She was afraid to move him, but couldn't leave him laying on the stairs. She carefully checked him over for any obvious wounds, and the only thing she found was a rapidly growing lump on the back of his head where his head had hit the stairs. She raced back to the phone and called her father. "Dad! You need to come over here right away, there has been an accident. It's Mick, he's fallen, and I don't know what to do!" After her dad agreed to come right over, she hung up and returned to Mick's side.
"Mick. Mick, it's Stevie, please wake up, Mick, you need to tell me what to do to help you. I don't know what to do, Mick, please wake up." Mick lay lifeless on the stairs, and tears began to run down her cheeks. He could be dead for all she knew, how had they managed to forget something so important! The only time he had been sick since coming to America was that cold, and she learned her lesson (and how!) not to give him cold medication or he might shrink again. She reached out and took hold of one of his hands. It felt warm against hers, the way it normally did, and all she could do was wait for her father to arrive, and hope that Mick woke up on his own in the meantime.
To Be Continued...

[Ghost_Tracker]

Originally Posted by SortaSavageLike

All you need to do is take Kirk/Spock fanfiction and replace Kirk with Lindsey and Spock with Stevie.

Or take Scully and Mulder.

[Ghost_Tracker]

Originally Posted by trackaghost

I used Sabrina The Teenage Witch fanfic instead .

My hand to God, Melissa Joan Hart grew up across the highway from me.
Probably two and a half miles from here or so.

[~GoldDustWoman~]

Kudos to Mulder and Scully i'm a big X-Files fan. Always thought they went together!

[gypsy4life]

I was just curious about this...
I used to love the T.V. program "Touched By An Angel", and on their fan forum a HUGE amount of Fan Fic stories came through...they got very creepy,very fast...you know, angels falling in live with each other, having babies...I just stopped reading it

[Ghost_Tracker]

Originally Posted by ~GoldDustWoman~

Kudos to Mulder and Scully i'm a big X-Files fan. Always thought they went together!

"Tie goes to the runner."

[michelej1]

Originally Posted by ~GoldDustWoman~

Kudos to Mulder and Scully i'm a big X-Files fan. Always thought they went together!

It's very sad, but I can only see things in terms of Mulder and Scully. Wrote a review of the Nicholas Cage film Knowing and it was primarily a comparison to X-Files. Same thing with Stranger than Fiction. Just before I logged on here, I was taking notes while reading Time Traveler's Wife and thinking the shifting balance in their relationship was very MSR-ish. I have a one track mind.

Michele

[brysondt]

You guys....this thread is weird to me. haha.

[carrie721]

Originally Posted by trackaghost

I think the world needs more Mick and Stevie fanfic so I've used this beautiful Mork & Mindy story to create a beautiful romance.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5312223/1/Mork_and_Memories

this is the most beautiful thing ever written.

To Be Continued...

how can you leave us hanging like that, sharon???