arrow00 | Meta: Faces of H/C

I've been on an h/c reading kick since my illness, and it got me to thinking of the many different types of h/c, and how my particular situation would *not* have made a good h/c plot (oh, alas.)

This led to the following categorizations. Please feel free to add your own, hopefully with Sentinel or dS examples:

Stubbed-toe h/c — When a character suffers an injury or illness that is completely common to everyday man and woman, yet the author has chosen to explore the character recovering from a head-cold, for example. (Warning: This type of story can and may involve some Unnecessary Bathing.)
Pulling a Homer — When the character is responsible for their own injury ("D'oh!"), e.g., cutting their finger while chopping vegetables because they were so distracted by the beauty/lithesomeness/extraordinary hair of their possible-future-same-sex-mate.
After School Special — in which the character suffers a major illness or calamity that is atypical and somewhat sensational, yet unrelated to a career of crime-solving or world-saving.
C is for Clara — When the character simply wastes away out of pining/yearning/perpetual hard-on.
I Swear It Was an Accident! — When the character is injured by his own partner, who then must not only provide h/c but loads of penance.
Holy Hand Grenades, Batman! — The character is kidnapped/wounded/tortured by Bad Guys. Sometimes all three. Repeatedly.
Dudley Do Right — Character throws himself in front of bullet/knife/speeding train to save his partner cum object-of-sexual-interest (or just the rest of the world.)

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::sticks head in door::

"My naked body is familiar?" "Find a square inch I haven't licked," Jim said, sounding more morose than suggestive.

::grin grin grin::

Among so many other zingers.

(Any excuse to re-read your fics.)

:;smooches you:: Thank you! That was one of my very first ones, written when I had a terribel cold myself. heh; write what you know ;-)

Is it hot in here or is it just your ICON? Oh, okay, I see it's a new one by

sallymn? I haven't had time to go check out her latest posts yet today. But I think I won't be able to wait too much longer, hmm...

::smooches you back, glad your cold inspired fic, this fic!::

I saw this icon and had to restrain myself from licking the damn monitor. Sooooo hot.

It's fucking marvelous. Jesus, that bod. Should be cast in bronze. I think it *is* cast in bronze.

::imagines Blair nibbling on Jim's dog tags and goes away for a moment.::

::imagines Blair nibbling on Jim's dog tags and goes away for a moment.::

::whimpers incoherently::

And, yes, I don't normally go for muscles but Jim is the exception to that rule because, well, just look at him.

Hot.

I'm just having a pulp fiction vision of Jim in jodphurs, ripped shirt and bandoliers, a la Doc Savage (Man of Bronze) and I'm having a little wibble. Blair would be Pat, and much slashy nonsense would ensue. Poor Lester Dent is probably revolving in his grave.

Oh, I loved those books!

And the movie! (with Ron Ely)

Couldn't resist the imagery:

http://arrow00.com/img/mob.jpg

That is made of awesome. :;admires::

I would love to see RB in a H Rider Haggard type movie, too... he's got just the look for it.

Oooh yeah. That's an AU right there....Jim as a WWII undercover spy "hunting for antiquities", and there's this interfering anthropologist trying to preserve historical treasures... :)

And a ~~threesome~~ guest appearance by a certain Doctor Daniel Jackson...

There's something about the thought of a harrassed Jim dealing with Blair AND Daniel on a jungle expedition that makes me chuckle evilly.

Heh. He'd be so fucking busy pulling their heads out of their asses (and away from the poisonous and/or deadly fauna) he wouldn't get ANYthing done.

Well, except for the ~~hot sex~~ fire-tending.

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I think I love you...I wonder if I should show this to the spouse. Poor man would probably have an apoplexy - whether over my declaration or your pic, I'm not sure.

The icon is yours if you don't think it would make him jealous. :)

I can has icon? ::squees::

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Oh God! Jim Ellison as Doc Savage! I loved those books. I wonder where they got off to?
::Eyes shed::

Lovely, lovely icon. ::drools discreetly:: Jesus.

I'm thinking I'd better hunt down Doc Savage series and re-read. And the Perry SF series (can't remember the full name, but there were like 30 books in all, group of scientific/esp talents that were protecting planet earth from itself. Would love to write an old-style Sentinel SF AU.)

Perry SF, not sure I'm familiar with that one.Gotta go look it up.
Pretty sure I had all the Doc Savage books once upon a time.
May have to make a visit to half.com

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Wait, where? I want!

I linked it up thread in my reply to your post if you mean the fic with Jim sneezing all over poor Blair ::g::

Oh, I missed the link.

Eee! Ha ha!!

"Give me something to look at, then.

He's PERFECTLY petulant. I just love the tone of this. Poor sneezy!Jim! Poor long-suffering!Blair!

Thank you!

I cannot see Jim as anything but an absolutely appalling invalid when it comes to something minor. Bullets, fine; sniffles, immediate regression to a pouty five-year-old.

And having to sorrowfully (and repeatedly) point out that he got the cold from Blair. Hee!

Meanwhile, tough-guy thinks it's a good idea to pursue a case while, uh, BLIND.

Exactly! He's the typical, ''Tis but a flesh wound' type of man.

I mean; blind. What the hell was Simon thinking?!