Drabbles
Figured I'd repost the pair I'd done for the lostcityfound Drabble Tree.
Untitled Team Drabble, G
"Hot stuff baby tonight! I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'..."
Elizabeth tried to hide her panic as Ronon carried a singing John through the gate behind Rodney and Teyla. "What happened?"
“Harvest festival,” Ronon answered gruffly.
Elizabeth sighed. “He drank the liquor?”
Rodney nodded. “And now he’s serenading us with Disco’s greatest hits. For an hour,” he grumbled.
“It is… painful,” Teyla admitted, cringing as John moved on to ‘In the Navy’.
“What are we going to do?” Ronon asked.
Rodney smiled easily, patting John on the head. “Send him back, and then trade him again for coffee?”
Untitled Beckett/Cadman Drabble, PG
fanfic100 #077. What?
"What do you mean you have to cancel our date?"
Carson sighed, glancing up from his laptop to frown apologetically at Laura. "I'm sorry love, but I can’t leave the experiment running. It needs to be checked on every ten minutes… what are you doing?” he asked as Laura swiped her hand over the door lock and moved to perch lightly against his desk, her hand moving upwards to trace his thigh.
“You can’t leave, so I won’t leave,” she answered simply.
He didn’t protest when she slid into his lap, lips crushed against his and her hands…moving right there…
Drabble trees are more fun than I realized *lol*
Untitled Team Drabble, G
"Hot stuff baby tonight! I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'..."
Elizabeth tried to hide her panic as Ronon carried a singing John through the gate behind Rodney and Teyla. "What happened?"
“Harvest festival,” Ronon answered gruffly.
Elizabeth sighed. “He drank the liquor?”
Rodney nodded. “And now he’s serenading us with Disco’s greatest hits. For an hour,” he grumbled.
“It is… painful,” Teyla admitted, cringing as John moved on to ‘In the Navy’.
“What are we going to do?” Ronon asked.
Rodney smiled easily, patting John on the head. “Send him back, and then trade him again for coffee?”
Untitled Beckett/Cadman Drabble, PG
fanfic100 #077. What?
"What do you mean you have to cancel our date?"
Carson sighed, glancing up from his laptop to frown apologetically at Laura. "I'm sorry love, but I can’t leave the experiment running. It needs to be checked on every ten minutes… what are you doing?” he asked as Laura swiped her hand over the door lock and moved to perch lightly against his desk, her hand moving upwards to trace his thigh.
“You can’t leave, so I won’t leave,” she answered simply.
He didn’t protest when she slid into his lap, lips crushed against his and her hands…moving right there…
Drabble trees are more fun than I realized *lol*