DVD commentary track

[circ_bamboo]

Pick a passage from my stories, up to 500 words, from anything I've written in this journal, and comment to this post with that selection (including a link to the story being excerpted). I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the story, awful puns [perhaps], and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

Knock yourselves out. Most of my stuff is under this tag: Star Trek. If you really want to know about the single Castle story or the NCIS story, um, damn. Thanks? They're under the links to the fandoms directly.

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From chapter 7 of Nine Years Later:

Jamie was so close by, and his brain was clamoring simultaneously to shift to close the distance and to back away. He remained, frozen in place.

“Oh, do you think he’ll have any free time?” Jamie turned his head to look at him, and—his eyes were blue as spring skies, which intellectually McCoy had always known, but the fact hit him like a blow to the gut, with an accompanying stab of arousal that he could no longer deny.

“I don’t know,” he said eventually, his voice gravelly. He coughed and looked down. “I would guess that Lady Eve can plan an entire wedding by herself, without his assistance, in a single afternoon.”

“Probably,” Jamie agreed. He uncrossed his arms and rested his hands against the edge of the desk, staring across the room absently. “Nonetheless, I’ll write him and offer our congratulations and assistance.” He made no move to return behind his desk, despite his words.

“Yes,” McCoy said, and took a deep breath. Lightly, almost hesitantly, he brushed the fingers of his left hand over the back of Jamie’s right hand before settling it into place right next to the younger man’s hand.

Jamie sucked in a breath, looked down at their hands, and then back up. “McCoy, don’t—“ He stopped.

Greatly daring, McCoy said, “I know I’m not wearing pink, but would you care to dance, Lord Riverside?” He held out a hand.

Jamie looked at McCoy’s hand, looked back at his face, and laughed joyfully. He took McCoy’s hand and swung into waltz position, a proper society distance between them. “Pink’s not your color,” he said. “Blue, now, there’s your color.”

“Is that why you keep offering to lend me blue coats?” Jamie’s back was warm under his hand, and although his stomach was still roiling, McCoy was—happy.

“Maybe,” Jamie demurred, and they both laughed.

[circ-bamboo.livejournal.com]

Hokay. *cracks knuckles*

First, I did actually write most of this story in order, so by the time I got to that point in Ch. 7, I knew there was no possible way I could pitch Kirk & McCoy into bed together without dragging the story out for another 50K words, to give McCoy time to get used to the whole men thing. He's pretty sure at this moment that he's got feelings for Jamie that go a bit beyond gratitude and brotherhood, and it probably freaks him out less that he's in love with him than the fact that he's attracted to him, but he's still just plain freaked out about everything.

So the best resolution for them would be some sort of "Hey, give me time, but that's definitely not a no" from McCoy.

Jamie had been stuck dancing with a lot of young women he did not want to dance with for the entire story (well, he didn't mind dancing with Eve, but she wasn't his type, as we all know) so I figured it would be nice to let him dance with someone he actually wanted to dance with.

I think they're not wearing gloves here, which is okay since they're at home and not in public, but it also makes it that much racier. ;)

McCoy obviously had to make the first move, since the ball was in his court. And the bit about blue coats was just a riff on medical-blue. :)

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

I knew there was no possible way I could pitch Kirk & McCoy into bed together without dragging the story out for another 50K words, to give McCoy time to get used to the whole men thing.

I would kill to read that story. Not that you didn't end in the perfect place...just saying. I was really sucked into their relationship, and the question of how they'd deal with homosexuality in this era was so interesting. :-)

And the bit about blue coats was just a riff on medical-blue.

I picked up on that. \o/

Jamie had been stuck dancing with a lot of young women he did not want to dance with for the entire story (well, he didn't mind dancing with Eve, but she wasn't his type, as we all know) so I figured it would be nice to let him dance with someone he actually wanted to dance with.

But I didn't consciously pick up on this! Although it's so clear and right now that you say it. :-)

I think they're not wearing gloves here, which is okay since they're at home and not in public, but it also makes it that much racier. ;)

HOT! ;-)

Interesting point about McCoy being more freaked out about the physical attraction than the emotions -- makes sense to me.

Thanks for writing this up!