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So apparently there's this meme going round where you post an excerpts from your WIPs? Well, I have about a hundred WIPs and too much time on my hands, so:
Autumn is on its way to the lakes, and once again I grow restless. I love these lakes, Timothy: I love every hill and beck and tarn, and I love them more every time I return. Part of me wishes I had it in me to stay here, year round, ensconced in my little houseboat, with my sister and her children close by. But that is for when I am older. For now, I think I am lucky enough to have this place to come home to.
She calls Reid and Garcia, waking them both. Reid starts listing off a dozen or more cases he thinks are possibilities; Garcia is silent for so long JJ wishes she'd had Morgan phone her. "Is he all right?" Garcia says, finally.
"I don't know."
"Oh."
"Garcia? Can you do this?" JJ says, and realises she sounds like Hotch.
"I can do it."
"Oh, don't tell me no one in your precious military bothers to knock."
"We're old friends, McKay."
"We were never friends."
"No. We weren't." Evan perches on the edge of the desk, the way he'd done so many times when it had belonged to his Sam.
"Exciting plans for your leave?" Weiss asks, standing up.
"Just heading home. See the family, lie to the family."
"Yeah. That's never easy."
Evan looks at Weiss, wondering. Something in his tone tracks with Evan's earlier observation. There's more to Weiss than meets the eye.
"I was in the CIA," Weiss says, and shrugs.
"So you're a pilot," he asks one day, just because it's a little empty up there in the silence, and because she keeps coming here.
Maggie taps the fingers of one hand against the palm of the other and doesn't pause in her pacing. "Raptors."
"Those are the - "
"Support craft. Scouting. Search and rescue."
"They're kind of ugly," he offers, tactlessly, dabbing a little brown paint into the red in search of just the right shade.
She stops then and turns to look at him. There's almost a smile on her lips. "Maybe. But you should see them fly."
Davis didn't seem too surprised when he realised he'd landed at Lorne's, but he did look embarrassed, sitting all tense and awkward on the sofa.
"Happens to the best of us," said Lorne, who still didn't remember what had happened the night he and a couple of other SGC rooks had gone out drinking after their first time coming this close to being blown to smithereens by death gliders.
"Well," said Davis. "Thanks."
"Maybe little Kaylee'll come break us out. Not like she's gonna go off and just leave you here to rot."
"If she's been listening to the local chatter, she knows we've been took and she should be getting the hell off this rock," Mal says, knowing chances are slim-to-none that Kaylee'll do what he's told her over and over to do in this situation. She didn't the last time, when they'd quite literally broken their way out (he'd be sorry about the great big hole they'd left in the wall of the wooden hut thing they'd been in, but he thought it improved the view) and she won't this, because way back before he thought it'd really matter he taught her that you don't ever leave a man behind.
Every time Maggie's leave was up and she had to return to the fleet, after the kisses and the hugs and the I love yous and I'll miss yous, she and Esther had always said “stay safe.”
Esther had meant don't crash.
Maggie had meant don't get hit by a truck.
She hadn't thought to mean don't get blown up by the Cylons.
... I am beginning to see why I never finish anything. And also that my brain apparently thinks Evan Lorne is the little black dress of every fandom ever.
Autumn is on its way to the lakes, and once again I grow restless. I love these lakes, Timothy: I love every hill and beck and tarn, and I love them more every time I return. Part of me wishes I had it in me to stay here, year round, ensconced in my little houseboat, with my sister and her children close by. But that is for when I am older. For now, I think I am lucky enough to have this place to come home to.
She calls Reid and Garcia, waking them both. Reid starts listing off a dozen or more cases he thinks are possibilities; Garcia is silent for so long JJ wishes she'd had Morgan phone her. "Is he all right?" Garcia says, finally.
"I don't know."
"Oh."
"Garcia? Can you do this?" JJ says, and realises she sounds like Hotch.
"I can do it."
"Oh, don't tell me no one in your precious military bothers to knock."
"We're old friends, McKay."
"We were never friends."
"No. We weren't." Evan perches on the edge of the desk, the way he'd done so many times when it had belonged to his Sam.
"Exciting plans for your leave?" Weiss asks, standing up.
"Just heading home. See the family, lie to the family."
"Yeah. That's never easy."
Evan looks at Weiss, wondering. Something in his tone tracks with Evan's earlier observation. There's more to Weiss than meets the eye.
"I was in the CIA," Weiss says, and shrugs.
"So you're a pilot," he asks one day, just because it's a little empty up there in the silence, and because she keeps coming here.
Maggie taps the fingers of one hand against the palm of the other and doesn't pause in her pacing. "Raptors."
"Those are the - "
"Support craft. Scouting. Search and rescue."
"They're kind of ugly," he offers, tactlessly, dabbing a little brown paint into the red in search of just the right shade.
She stops then and turns to look at him. There's almost a smile on her lips. "Maybe. But you should see them fly."
Davis didn't seem too surprised when he realised he'd landed at Lorne's, but he did look embarrassed, sitting all tense and awkward on the sofa.
"Happens to the best of us," said Lorne, who still didn't remember what had happened the night he and a couple of other SGC rooks had gone out drinking after their first time coming this close to being blown to smithereens by death gliders.
"Well," said Davis. "Thanks."
"Maybe little Kaylee'll come break us out. Not like she's gonna go off and just leave you here to rot."
"If she's been listening to the local chatter, she knows we've been took and she should be getting the hell off this rock," Mal says, knowing chances are slim-to-none that Kaylee'll do what he's told her over and over to do in this situation. She didn't the last time, when they'd quite literally broken their way out (he'd be sorry about the great big hole they'd left in the wall of the wooden hut thing they'd been in, but he thought it improved the view) and she won't this, because way back before he thought it'd really matter he taught her that you don't ever leave a man behind.
Every time Maggie's leave was up and she had to return to the fleet, after the kisses and the hugs and the I love yous and I'll miss yous, she and Esther had always said “stay safe.”
Esther had meant don't crash.
Maggie had meant don't get hit by a truck.
She hadn't thought to mean don't get blown up by the Cylons.
... I am beginning to see why I never finish anything. And also that my brain apparently thinks Evan Lorne is the little black dress of every fandom ever.