drabble meme
Jan. 20th, 2010 12:34 amI left a prompt for
esteefee to write a drabble. HEEE.
oops, but that means I am meming:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
(Well, it has to be a pairing of characters I have a clue about, anyway, or I can't play.)
I fan in:
SGA
SPN
Dresden Files
Simon & Simon
Early Edition
Castle
Firefly...
or just try me. I'm leaving scads out. I've never seen Merlin or V, so those are non-starters. Sorry. Also, I've only ever written gen, so any slash might end up slapdash. :g:
oops, but that means I am meming:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
(Well, it has to be a pairing of characters I have a clue about, anyway, or I can't play.)
I fan in:
SGA
SPN
Dresden Files
Simon & Simon
Early Edition
Castle
Firefly...
or just try me. I'm leaving scads out. I've never seen Merlin or V, so those are non-starters. Sorry. Also, I've only ever written gen, so any slash might end up slapdash. :g:
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Date: 2010-01-22 08:00 am (UTC)First line also serves as warning for fic
Date: 2010-01-22 09:31 am (UTC)"Okay, this could go horribly wrong."
"C'mon, Rodney. What could happen?"
"What? Wha- Have you not been paying attention for five years?! With our luck, it's sulfuric acid rain! We, we could get hit by lightning..or catch flu. You could slip in the mud and twist your knee. Again." At least this time I wouldn't think you'd been shot dead.
"What? What are you muttering? Stop pacing and come here a minute."
"How can you be so calm? And how do you expect me to survive a 'short dash' to the Gate when it's coming down 'trigs and cowps' out there? You know I...uh!"
"Hi." Humor-crinkled eyes, currently a deep, clear green, look back from no more than four inches away.
"Um, hi. You want to explain why you pulled me onto your lap like a 1950s secretary in a Doris Day film?" Not that it stops me sliding my hands under his soft black t-shirt.
"No reason. Just, I thought you wanted to get home in a hurry." John's hand is gliding up my arm, sifting the hairs against the grain. His other is a pool of warming against my hip, even through the heavy fabric of my BDUs.
Shivering and grounded, all at once, I whisper, "And this helps, how?"
Grinning me the smile that'll be getting him off my bad side for rest of our lives (and he knows it, more's the pity), he says, "It doesn't. I just like calming you down when you're all riled up."
"You. But...you're the one who riled me in the first place!"
"I know. I like that part, too."
All my scathing remarks get smothered in the kiss.
Re: First line also serves as warning for fic
Date: 2010-01-22 10:02 am (UTC)sulfuric acid rain
hahah, only Rodney.
And I don't wanna know what 'trigs and cowps' are because I'm not that kinda girl.
This was so splendid! Thank you!
Re: First line also serves as warning for fic
Date: 2010-01-22 11:02 am (UTC)You just know he does. That's the most fun part!
\o/ I liked the rain bit, myself.
No worries - it's just Pegasus household pets. Trigs are little burrowing rodent-y things, while cowps are slightly larger and more along the lines of a lemur.
Thanks for the prompt..and the kind words! It was a lot of fun.