Drabbles!
For the drabble meme
For dizzydame
I might have got a bit carried away and written you two!
Ben/Claudia, set during "200"
Seeing everyone in their Farscape costumes on the fake Farscape set is her undoing. It’s like some surreal dream where everything’s not quite right.
She misses their show. She misses Ben and their show, which is crazy, because he’s standing less than a foot away.
“You OK?” he asks, and she thinks it’s a damned good job he and Shanks did swap at the last minute. She’s not sure she’d have coped seeing him as Crichton again.
She nods, but the smile is fake and he knows it.
“My trailer later,” he whispers, smirking at her, “I have booze. We’ll...reminisce.”
Cam/Vala, set sometime after Momento Mori
Vala’s supposed to be in Cam’s spare bedroom, not cuffing him to his own bed while he sleeps.
He sleeps naked, which had been a wonderful surprise when she pulled back the covers.
He wakes up and she sees a moment of panic in his eyes when he finds himself restrained, but it fades when he sees her.
“Very funny,” he growls. Then he realises this isn’t a prank. “What about Jackson?”
“He left hours ago.”
“I don’t mean to join in.”
“Cameron, I’m sitting on your thighs in just my underwear. Who do you think I’m more interested in?”
For lolmac
You get a double-drabble because this would not squeeze itself into 100 words. And it's totally made me want to write a full-length fic to expand this story, even if the timeline would be a bit squiffy.
Mac/Vala
I’ve been chasing this guy for months. Intel always has him in two different places at once; makes me wonder if he has a twin or something that Phoenix doesn’t know about. I finally have him cornered, when the good ol’ USAF swoops in, armed to the back teeth, and steals my catch!
“Who are you?” the woman with the pigtails asks.
Definitely not military.
“MacGyver.” There are five of them and the target seems amused that they’re here, like he’s expecting this.
“NID?” she asks.
Mac shakes his head. The blonde woman eyes him suspiciously as she talks into her radio. ‘Deadalus’ has to be code for something, but Mac has no idea what. A second wave of soldiers close in on him at the blonde one’s orders to take him in for debriefing.
Great, just what the heck have I got myself mixed up in now?
The woman with the pigtails takes a step towards the main group, smiles widely and then winks at him. “We’ll take it from here, gorgeous.”
Then Mac’s jaw drops as the six of them are enveloped in a bright white light and vanish into thin air.
Pete’s never gonna believe this one.
For zats_clear
Daniel & Rush, set pre-SGU
“I’m not sure I’ll ever understand the military mindset,” Rush sighs, tossing his briefing notes onto the table.
“Oh, you get used to it,” Daniel says, with a small smile.
“Really?” Rush shoots back.
Daniel’s spent years railing against the way the military wants instant results. It’s frustrating for someone switching from academia, he knows that. He wants to explore and learn; the military will let him, as long as it gets them weapons, or something else useful.
The Icarus Project; no military advancements guaranteed.
He laughs hollowly. “Actually, no,” he concedes, “But you’ll learn how to deal with it.”
For dizzydame
I might have got a bit carried away and written you two!
Ben/Claudia, set during "200"
Seeing everyone in their Farscape costumes on the fake Farscape set is her undoing. It’s like some surreal dream where everything’s not quite right.
She misses their show. She misses Ben and their show, which is crazy, because he’s standing less than a foot away.
“You OK?” he asks, and she thinks it’s a damned good job he and Shanks did swap at the last minute. She’s not sure she’d have coped seeing him as Crichton again.
She nods, but the smile is fake and he knows it.
“My trailer later,” he whispers, smirking at her, “I have booze. We’ll...reminisce.”
Cam/Vala, set sometime after Momento Mori
Vala’s supposed to be in Cam’s spare bedroom, not cuffing him to his own bed while he sleeps.
He sleeps naked, which had been a wonderful surprise when she pulled back the covers.
He wakes up and she sees a moment of panic in his eyes when he finds himself restrained, but it fades when he sees her.
“Very funny,” he growls. Then he realises this isn’t a prank. “What about Jackson?”
“He left hours ago.”
“I don’t mean to join in.”
“Cameron, I’m sitting on your thighs in just my underwear. Who do you think I’m more interested in?”
For lolmac
You get a double-drabble because this would not squeeze itself into 100 words. And it's totally made me want to write a full-length fic to expand this story, even if the timeline would be a bit squiffy.
Mac/Vala
I’ve been chasing this guy for months. Intel always has him in two different places at once; makes me wonder if he has a twin or something that Phoenix doesn’t know about. I finally have him cornered, when the good ol’ USAF swoops in, armed to the back teeth, and steals my catch!
“Who are you?” the woman with the pigtails asks.
Definitely not military.
“MacGyver.” There are five of them and the target seems amused that they’re here, like he’s expecting this.
“NID?” she asks.
Mac shakes his head. The blonde woman eyes him suspiciously as she talks into her radio. ‘Deadalus’ has to be code for something, but Mac has no idea what. A second wave of soldiers close in on him at the blonde one’s orders to take him in for debriefing.
Great, just what the heck have I got myself mixed up in now?
The woman with the pigtails takes a step towards the main group, smiles widely and then winks at him. “We’ll take it from here, gorgeous.”
Then Mac’s jaw drops as the six of them are enveloped in a bright white light and vanish into thin air.
Pete’s never gonna believe this one.
For zats_clear
Daniel & Rush, set pre-SGU
“I’m not sure I’ll ever understand the military mindset,” Rush sighs, tossing his briefing notes onto the table.
“Oh, you get used to it,” Daniel says, with a small smile.
“Really?” Rush shoots back.
Daniel’s spent years railing against the way the military wants instant results. It’s frustrating for someone switching from academia, he knows that. He wants to explore and learn; the military will let him, as long as it gets them weapons, or something else useful.
The Icarus Project; no military advancements guaranteed.
He laughs hollowly. “Actually, no,” he concedes, “But you’ll learn how to deal with it.”