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Nicked from eponymous_rose: When you see this, post summaries and/or snippets of some of your most recent works in progress.

The AU where Sheridan isn't rescued from the EarthForce interrogators. (It's not a comedy.)

"I don't know if you're aware," said Lochley softly, "but the Minbari government is willing to offer you asylum. If you asked."

"So I can -- I can be their puppet? Delenn ... is that her offer?"

"Delenn's missing, John, no one's seen her since Babylon 5 fell. Scuttlebutt says she's in a facility on Mars."

"Good."

"I could be court-martialled for telling you about the Minbari offer."

"At least you're throwing your career away for something that really matters." He drained his glass and signalled for another. Near the door, a woman caught his eye, giving him a fleeting half-smile. Sometimes -- maybe it was a twisted kind of patriotism, or maybe some women were really turned on by the smell of stale whiskey -- sometimes he attracted that sort of attention. Usually he ignored it. Usually.

"People are worried about you, John. You think your only value is in this -- shabby propaganda? Is this going to be your life now?"

"And what," said Sheridan, "makes you think I have any goddamn choice about it?"

Lochley said nothing.

"I do my duty," he said, "same as you."

The one where I was reading too many blogs about Tea Party conspiracies

"And we're back on air, this is the Earth Report webcast, with Steve Laws and our guest, independent political consultant Julie Musante. We've been discussing Interstellar Alliance policies towards Earth, and now we're open to callers. This is Martin Beauchard from the European Confederacy. Good afternoon, Malcolm!"

"Hello, Steve, Ms Musante. I was wondering if Ms Musante had any thoughts on the propaganda aspects of Delenn's visit to Earth."

"Oh, it's absolutely an amazing opportunity for propaganda, Martin. I mean, Delenn's very personable, she looks almost like one of us -- and of course, she's pregnant with a part-human baby, which is a potent symbol of everything the ISA claims to stand for--"

"Genetic impurity, social engineering--"

"I couldn't possibly comment, Steve, I'm not qualified to discuss the ISA's genetic ambitions."

"And we have another login from Lee Furness of New Pacifica. "

"Hi, Steve, I was just wondering about the rumours -- that Delenn got her human DNA from prisoners in the war."

"Well, Lee, officially the Minbari never took prisoners."

"That we know."

"Right, that we know. All kinds of stories come out of EarthForce -- there are said to be classified files about soldiers being plucked off the Line and kept for experiments. Of course, the Minbari are saying nothing, and as for Delenn's baby -- the source of that--"

"isn't it generally agreed that it's unlikely that such a conception could actually take place?"

"Exactly, Julie! And -- Sheridan -- I know it's fashionable to say that Minbari War Syndrome was just a political concept, but there are a lot of scientists who'll tell you it's a real condition, and pretending otherwise is just bowing to the forces of political correctness. Join me tomorrow, and I'll be speaking to Doctor Jason Miles, about Minbari War Syndrome and the hold that Delenn and other aliens may have over John Sheridan -- and EarthGov itself. And later this week, we'll be looking at the radical telepath movement, and how non-human telepaths are seducing naive people away from the safety of Psi Corp. That just about wraps it up for Earth Report today, but stay tuned for a vidcast of the classic twentieth century epic Cleopatra. "

The Delenn/Sinclair fic that I never finished because then I read To Dream In the City of Sorrows and felt a bit bad about breaking up Sinclair and Catherine.

Sinclair has been on Minbar a month when Delenn visits him. She sweeps into the courtyard, uninvited and unannounced, the hood of her cloak pulled low over her face. For a moment, Sinclair doesn't recognise her. Then she says, "It is strangely reassuring, seeing you in this place," and lets the hood fall around her shoulders.

It takes him a moment to find his voice, and when he speaks, he is almost laughing.

"Chrysalis."

Delenn's smile, at least, is unchanged, although there is a distant sadness in her eyes.

"You should have come to see me," she says. "I would have told you everything."

"Minbari never tell the whole truth," he says automatically.

"But I am no longer pure Minbari."

I just came to the terrible realisation that all of these are songfics. It's like regression therapy, I swear.

The final story in that Ten/Romana AU we were posting in the New Year.

He had forgotten it was beautiful.

He had nightmares sometimes, where Gallifrey's absence was a great, gaping wound in reality, a blood-red maw that pursued him into eternity and beyond. The dreams had become more powerful than his memories, and it was shocking to stand beside Romana and see, not red horrors, but the crystalline beauty of a series of temporal impossibilities.

The Kasterborous cluster contained only dark matter now, a field of emptiness spanning billions of light years. But here and there – he could even see them with his naked eyes – there were flashes as another reality sprang into temporary existence, shone for a moment and evaporated.

"It's so cold," Romana said.

They were sitting in the doorway of the TARDIS, letting the extrapolator project a protective shield around them. It was warm; the TARDIS had become accustomed to catering for human tastes, and he hadn't quite remembered how to adjust the settings, but Romana was shivering. There were goosebumps on her bare arms.

"—It's an Earth term, 'goosebumps', and not even universal, some of them call it 'chicken skin', which is pretty unpleasant," he was on his feet, pulling his coat off the railing and draping it over her shoulders, "I don't think there was ever a Gallifreyan term for horripilation. Too primitive. Embarrassing. Like sex."

(That's quite good, isn't it? I can say that, because I wrote it almost three years ago. Really should finish editing the damn thing and post it one of these days.)

(I promise you, though, that's the best bit.)