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Oct. 17th, 2013

I Spy Marrakesh made by me


Yuletide Stories Part 2

Sorry, I'm a bit late, I moved to another apartment and now my internet access at last works again.

sarahenany posted a Yuletide entry, too. If someone is interested to write a story:


I Spy 3.Staffel Oedipus at Colonus Beide rar

Oct. 14th, 2013

I Spy Temptation made by me


Yuletide Stories

dorinda posted an entry titled "Dear Yuletide Writer". One of her fandom requests is "I Spy", and maybe someone wants to write a story ;-)

Her posting:


I Spy

Jun. 10th, 2013



Hurt/comfort everywhere!

I signed up for the hc_bingo multi-fandom challenge today, and got an excellent card full of hurt/comfort prompts to work with. And in the process of considering the different prompts, I started thinking about I Spy, like ya do. Because it seemed like practically every square on the card had something that actually happened in canon!

Here, take a look at the bingo card...Collapse )

Some of the simple ones, for instance--"broken bones," both Kelly and Scotty have had 'em onscreen if I recall correctly (not to mention vaguely similar events like Scotty's dislocated thumb in A Few Miles West of Nowhere). "Nervous breakdown," Kelly's totally been there, most especially in A Room With a Rack; ditto "depression". "Unconsciousness"--jeez, when haven't they been unconscious? :D "Exhaustion," as well; we've seen both of them utterly collapse from it.

"Job-related trauma" is another common one for both of them, especially in episodes like "Laya" where it is the job itself that is the trauma. "Drugged", for sure, both of them. "Family" can be a source of hurt for both (Cops and Robbers, Home to Judgment, etc.) as well as eventual comfort (and I think you can tuck "loss of home/shelter" into Home to Judgment, for Kelly...)

But what about some of the others? Hmm. "Hazing"...what about Kelly's initiation in "Crusade to Limbo", where he's ordered to shoot a man in cold blood before he can join the group? (And he does pull the trigger, on Scotty's command, when Scotty says "Believe in me!" or something similar...).

"Hostile climate"...I'd definitely pick Sparrowhawk.

"Cages"...do prison cells count? *g* Or Scotty's hollow statue filled with cement?

I don't know about "sexual extortion" or "telepathic trauma"...might need to leave those ones to the fiction, unfortunately. Although Kelly does seem to whore himself out for the job sometimes (or, in Three Hours On A Sunday Night, to try to save Scotty), not sure if that would count for the former?

"Atonement" seems like it must be in there somewhere (The Loser, maybe?) "Confession in desperate situation," too, could use further thought. "Medication"? "Dystopia"? "Bites"? Hmmm...

"Cuddling" and "hugs" we do get, even if never enough (thank goodness for fic).

Man, this show is just riddled with h/c (more H than C, of course, as TV is wont to do, but again that's what we're here for. Heh.).

May. 26th, 2013

Together B&W


I Spy a Writer

Just a bit of silliness...


*Screencaps from I, Spy: captions by me*

I started watching an episode, and then couldn't resist stopping the DVD, taking some screencaps, and writing silly captions! :D

May. 24th, 2013

I Spy - Kelly's Eyes w/Logo


"True, True Colors"



“Just what color is this thing, anyway?” groused Alexander Scott.

“They’re supposed to be people-colored,” replied Kelly Robinson.

“Not for colored people,” grumbled Scotty.

Kelly paused with the generic Mammoth-Mart brand bandage dangling from his hand, and looked at the two others already covering cuts on his forearm. They were a bit pale against his tanned skin, but not terribly noticeable.

Scotty eyed him sourly, the beige-cream rectangles standing out on his forehead like glowing signposts.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to say ‘colored people’ anymore.”

“Well, if it’s good enough for the National Association For The Advancement Of, it’s good enough for me.”

Kelly looked back at the blood seeping from his forearm, and his own only-slightly pale oblongs, and wrinkled his brow in disgust. “Barbed wire, man. What’s the point of that? I ask you, who puts barbed wire around a secure, secret compound?”

“Pretty much everybody with a secure, secret compound. You going to put your flesh tone adhesive bandage on that, or aren’t you?”

“Man, it isn’t ‘Flesh Tone.’” Kelly eyed it dubiously. “It’s, like, I dunno, Bisque. It’s undercooked muffin tone.

“As opposed to your blood, which is bright red, which, you see, isn’t that good a look on your brand new white jeans. How much do you pay for those, anyway?”

Kelly scoffed, “I’ll put ‘em on the expense report.”

“Well, sure you will,” said Scotty, skeptically, “because Shelly Clavell is always an easy touch for that sort of thing, right?”

Kelly looked again at his arm, again at Scotty’s face and his arms, and threw the pale, limp bandage to the floor. It flipped and wrapped around itself on the way down, like a minnow thrown from a bucket, and landed in a sticky ball, stuck to the side of the bedspread. “Hell with this, man,” he said, and stood up while Scotty’s eyes widened. “I’ll be right back.”

In the back of the Southwestern Bell repair truck, Russell Gabriel Conway shook his head slowly, taking in the naughty-little-boy grins of his two best agents.

“You understand, don’t you, that spies are supposed to be sort of, I dunno, unobtrusive? Nondescript, there’s another good word. That’s what spies are supposed to be, isn’t it?”

“Well, Gabe,” murmured Kelly, “there turn out to be some problems with that.”

Go into any damn drug store! Go into any damn drug store!” He always promised himself he was going to keep his temper with these two, two men who had brought him success after success, two men he loved as much as the son who was currently attending West Point. Some promises were not meant to be kept. “Shelf after shelf of perfectly ordinary Band-Aids!

“They’re the wrong color, Gabe.”

Kelly was the only one who called him ‘Gabe.’ But Russell Gabriel knew how the name ‘Russ’ hurt him, so he let that pass.

“They’re flesh-tone! It says it right on the box!”

Kelly looked steadily back at him. “Your flesh, maybe, Mr. Desk Man. Almost mine.” He paused. “Not his.”

Scotty just smiled mildly at him, enjoying Kelly too much to bring anything like reason to the conversation.

“For God’s sake...” Conway began, and then trailed off. With those pale-beige drug-store rectangles all over Alexander Scott’s face, he would have been every bit as spectacular as both men were now, and far less amusing. “Fine,” he finally said. “Fine. We’ll bring in another team for this part. Just... Just, go somewhere. Get the hell out of here.”

“Shall we, Hoby?” said Scotty, his smile widening.

“I think we shall, Fred C.” replied Kelly, and they stood, ducking the low roof of the phone-company truck.

Russ Conway looked back and forth from man to man, face to face, each criss-crossed with multicolored, goddamned-hippy-approved psychedelic, mock-tie-dyed plastic Band-Aids.

“And next time,” he bellowed after them as they ducked out the back doors, “stay away from the goddamned barbed wire!



Apr. 3rd, 2013




Created for potztausend's birthday.

Contemplative for Potztausend - I Spy - by cloudless

Jigsaw Puzzle

Dec. 28th, 2012



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEthree New I Spy Stories for Yuletide!

In London Town is an absolutely gorgeous, warm, wonderful slash piece with thrilling casefic and a stunning denouement. Here's the author's summary:
It's Bonfire Night in London. Kelly and Scotty are supposed to be attending a party that the Department is interested in. But Kelly is in the hospital, the victim of a beating when he was too drunk to defend himself. He doesn't remember anything about the incident, or how he could have let himself get so drunk. Scotty must attend the party without
him, which is only one of the reasons why Kelly is worried and depressed and thinking it would be better for everyone if he left the Department.

This just filled my heart and made me so, so happy.

SERE was a Yuletide gift for meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! AND I LOVE IT! It's nominally gen, but you decide. I'd requested get-Scotty and Take-charge!Kelly, and... OMG. Delicious, delicious survival-fic. Reminds me of 'The Name of the Game' but with more schmoop. Mmmmmmmmmm. And the summary:
Survival, Evasion, Recovery, Embrace
I mean, how can you resist a summary like that?

Why Kelly Robinson Quit Smoking If you've always yearned for a good longish cancer-fic in I Spy, this fic is that cancer-fic. I'm not normally a fan of illness h/c (as opposed to injury h/c), so you be the judge.
Author Summary: Every classic fandom needs its very own serious-illness-fic of dubious quality. Here you go.
I won't say more than that, both so as not to spoiler you folks and because I've been told this subject can be triggery.

Don't forget to feed the authors, for purely selfish reasons, of course!!!!

Happy Holidays!

Dec. 26th, 2012

I Spy hands glass made by me


Christmas Cards from Cloudless

cloudless_9193 sent a Christmas letter to me with cards from two of her I Spy wallpapers.

Sadly the quality didn't get better as I took a photo of them, so I'll post the cards she sent to me and add a link to her original wallpaper.

This one is from "Three Hours On A Sunday Night". I remember someone calling them "Two cool dudes" ;-)
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Nov. 24th, 2012






Nov. 5th, 2012

there for you


FandomAid for Sandy

Most of you will know about this already: I thought I'd pimp it on here for those who don't. 
Fandom Auction for Folks Affected by Superstorm
Note: A lot of people are signing up with delayed delivery due to Yuletide, so don't let that deter you. A favor: If you do wind up signing up with anything I Spy-related, could you PM me the link?

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