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wisdomeaglea. I apologize for today's spamming with shortfics. At least I'm writing something, eh? And oooh, slightly longer-ish Wes/Angel fic is due tomorrow, so! Will post that... tomorrow, quite possibly.
b. I have committed flirting!fluff. Sheppard/Weir. I blame the usual suspects. Post-"Before I Sleep," no S2 spoilers as I still haven't seen any of it!. ~450 words.
A Literary Diversion
On page sixty-five, he becomes confused, and even the sheet of names he has written down doesn't assist him in figuring out who's who and why they love and why they aren't just having sex yet. He tosses the book aside but, repenting immediately, he moves it from the floor to his bed, making sure he hasn't damaged the spine. Book taken care of, he wanders balcony-wards.
"Major." Dr. Weir greets him with her usual sigh and then immediately, as she always does, amends it to, "You shouldn't do this, John."
"Do what?" He stares out towards the mainland, wishing for a handful of gravel to sprinkle in the sea.
"It's hard to believe that's the same sky that was stormy just a week ago," she said.
"No sign of it now."
Elizabeth shudders. "When I look at the water, I keep remembering that I poured my own ashes into that same ocean. There's no sign of that either, but it's still there. I guess in the long run, it wasn't the brightest idea to bury myself --." She breaks off, chokes on a laugh. "If anyone from Earth heard me talking, they'd think I was crazy."
"We're all a bit crazy here." That's a quote from somewhere. More like a paraphrase, probably. It seems to work though, because Elizabeth smiles at him.
"Hardly wonderland."
Right. Alice is a long way away from here.
"Doesn't seem too different to me. I mean, McKay as the Queen of Hearts, Beckett as the white rabbit."
"John. Don't tease them."
He holds up his hands in mock innocence and not-quite-accidentally touches her shoulder. "If they were listening, I'd be the soul of compassion."
"Why do I find that hard to believe?"
"No idea."
She's teetering on the edge of laughter. One good joke and she'll be over the edge, though hopefully not in the water with her ashes. "It's a wonder you let us out in the field at all, being so untrusting."
"Oh, I assure you, it keeps me up nights."
"I could keep you up nights."
"John!"
"Or down. I could tie you down..." She's clearly torn between laughing and hitting him, so he backs away cautiously from the railing. "Or vice versa. Up to you."
She laughs, then sighs, and he's totally at a loss as to whether it's a happier sigh than the one she greeted him with, but he did make her laugh, so the night hasn't been a total waste, even if he's still at sea when it comes to Russian novels and the inside of Elizabeth's head, which, now that he thinks about it, aren't too different from each other.
b. I have committed flirting!fluff. Sheppard/Weir. I blame the usual suspects. Post-"Before I Sleep," no S2 spoilers as I still haven't seen any of it!. ~450 words.
A Literary Diversion
On page sixty-five, he becomes confused, and even the sheet of names he has written down doesn't assist him in figuring out who's who and why they love and why they aren't just having sex yet. He tosses the book aside but, repenting immediately, he moves it from the floor to his bed, making sure he hasn't damaged the spine. Book taken care of, he wanders balcony-wards.
"Major." Dr. Weir greets him with her usual sigh and then immediately, as she always does, amends it to, "You shouldn't do this, John."
"Do what?" He stares out towards the mainland, wishing for a handful of gravel to sprinkle in the sea.
"It's hard to believe that's the same sky that was stormy just a week ago," she said.
"No sign of it now."
Elizabeth shudders. "When I look at the water, I keep remembering that I poured my own ashes into that same ocean. There's no sign of that either, but it's still there. I guess in the long run, it wasn't the brightest idea to bury myself --." She breaks off, chokes on a laugh. "If anyone from Earth heard me talking, they'd think I was crazy."
"We're all a bit crazy here." That's a quote from somewhere. More like a paraphrase, probably. It seems to work though, because Elizabeth smiles at him.
"Hardly wonderland."
Right. Alice is a long way away from here.
"Doesn't seem too different to me. I mean, McKay as the Queen of Hearts, Beckett as the white rabbit."
"John. Don't tease them."
He holds up his hands in mock innocence and not-quite-accidentally touches her shoulder. "If they were listening, I'd be the soul of compassion."
"Why do I find that hard to believe?"
"No idea."
She's teetering on the edge of laughter. One good joke and she'll be over the edge, though hopefully not in the water with her ashes. "It's a wonder you let us out in the field at all, being so untrusting."
"Oh, I assure you, it keeps me up nights."
"I could keep you up nights."
"John!"
"Or down. I could tie you down..." She's clearly torn between laughing and hitting him, so he backs away cautiously from the railing. "Or vice versa. Up to you."
She laughs, then sighs, and he's totally at a loss as to whether it's a happier sigh than the one she greeted him with, but he did make her laugh, so the night hasn't been a total waste, even if he's still at sea when it comes to Russian novels and the inside of Elizabeth's head, which, now that he thinks about it, aren't too different from each other.
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Date: 2005-08-03 03:09 am (UTC)*restarts it*
OMFG! YOU WROTE SPARKY FLUFF! With references to how confusing and random and arbitrary Russian lit is! And and and omg. EEEEE! You have no idea how happy this makes me. (Okay, well, you might, by all the exclamation points and bouncing and eeeeeeeees.)
Sparky from you is GOLD! It is rare! And Russian! And! ! ! *loves and babbles Russian compliments at you!*
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Date: 2005-08-03 03:14 am (UTC)BUT! Yay! *is glad your heart is beating again* *and that you liked fic!*
*snug*
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Date: 2005-08-03 03:18 am (UTC)... recently? But you posted it so long ago! Who the heck sends belated flames!?
Is this sequel-ish to Impulse Control? I just wonder because of the War and Peace and because of her odd reaction to him when he walks onto the balcony... lalala... *wants more, like always*
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Date: 2005-08-03 04:54 am (UTC)What a great comparison. :-)
You write the best stories. I love how you write different pairings. I think it so much more fun to explore lots of relationships in a show then just to stick to one and I really like how your different stories do that. (I don't know if that is your intent or not, but it makes it fun to read).
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Date: 2005-08-03 01:32 pm (UTC)Thank you! You're sweet.
I love how you write different pairings. I think it so much more fun to explore lots of relationships in a show then just to stick to one and I really like how your different stories do that. (I don't know if that is your intent or not, but it makes it fun to read).
That's awesome! And it's totally my intention. McKay/Weir is my 'Lantis OTP, but I don't even have one SG-1 OTP anymore, and I totally enjoy exploring different sets of character interactions. It's far more fun than sticking to one. (Also, if I wrote just one pairing, I'd write essentially the same story over and over again...)
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