meme fics: ready, tiger? // losers like us
ready, tiger?
stargate: atlantis
pg | john and elizabeth | 128
disclaimer: not mine
spoilers/warnings: au; self defense instructor au?
summary: john thinks he's got the upper hand, being a dude and all. john is wrong.
n: for the au three sentence (LOL, three sentences) meme on tumblr. (both of these for little_giddy )
He grins, sharp and smug. “Well, I’m sure I can handle you.”
Elizabeth wants to laugh but it would be unprofessional and she’s the teacher after all, but really, she wants to laugh because she’s gotten the same smug look from every man that signs up for her class and then are shocked when E. Weir isn’t the muscle bound Marine they expect. They don’t laugh for long though.
Five minutes later - three minutes more than she gave him to be honest - John like every other man that underestimates her is flat on the mat, sweaty, and catching his breath. She almost feels bad. Almost.
“Not bad, Mr. Sheppard. You did indeed handle me just fine.” Wiping the sweat of her forehead with one hand she offers him the other.
“Yeah,” he pants, “Fine.” Sweat rolls down his brow.
Now she grins.
losers like us
firefly
pg | river, serenity crew | 374
disclaimer: not mine
spoilers/warnings: au; show choir au.
summary: she doesn't even know why she's in this group, she doesn't even sing.
n: for the au three sentence (LOL, three sentences) meme on tumblr.
All around her everyone was buzzing with restrained energy that made her skin feel itchy. Kaylee was warming up next to Simon who kept fiddling with his cuffs and vest. Inara was by the mirrors fixing the wings of her eyes and reflected in the mirror there was the team captain, tall and stiff neck even though he leaned against the wall with a careless carelessness pretending not to watch the sweep of her hand. Next to him Janye was playing with his switch blade and she could easily imagine the easy slide of metal between her fingers - he had left it in the choir room once and she practiced with it for three hours perfecting the flip, swish, click, swish, flip, click of the instrument until Simon found her and took it away telling her it was dangerous. But that was Simon. Big brother. Always right in his mind. - thinking that maybe she could convince Zoe to lend her hers.
She frowned and untwisted herself from her seat and looked to where Wash was fiddling with his tie. His knot was messy and next to him Zoe’s tie was in a perfect Windsor. They held hands, fingers interlocked like puzzle pieces.
She tugged at her own tie and curled her lips like she tasted something sour. They were going to lose anyway so she didn’t know why she had to wear it. The Purple Bellies from the Academy were better, her memory told her so.
Still, she liked the group, the team, and how all their voices twined together but then she didn’t like it because her’s didn’t.
Her key was always off and her notes fell flat. But they kept her because she could spin to their words and flip to their harmonies. They kept her because they needed the eighth and she balanced the sides. Because Simon liked Kaylee and Kaylee liked Simon and Mr. Book said so.
As Mr. Book called them forth she felt Inara’s hands brush her shoulder and grins, pulling her to the stage.
The stage was confortable at least. Performing was familiar.
The song started and the voices around her sang. Her feet moved and her mouth mimicked. They were going to lose, she knew that already, but for a moment the glare of the overhead lights blotted that thought out of her mind.
stargate: atlantis
pg | john and elizabeth | 128
disclaimer: not mine
spoilers/warnings: au; self defense instructor au?
summary: john thinks he's got the upper hand, being a dude and all. john is wrong.
n: for the au three sentence (LOL, three sentences) meme on tumblr. (both of these for little_giddy )
He grins, sharp and smug. “Well, I’m sure I can handle you.”
Elizabeth wants to laugh but it would be unprofessional and she’s the teacher after all, but really, she wants to laugh because she’s gotten the same smug look from every man that signs up for her class and then are shocked when E. Weir isn’t the muscle bound Marine they expect. They don’t laugh for long though.
Five minutes later - three minutes more than she gave him to be honest - John like every other man that underestimates her is flat on the mat, sweaty, and catching his breath. She almost feels bad. Almost.
“Not bad, Mr. Sheppard. You did indeed handle me just fine.” Wiping the sweat of her forehead with one hand she offers him the other.
“Yeah,” he pants, “Fine.” Sweat rolls down his brow.
Now she grins.
losers like us
firefly
pg | river, serenity crew | 374
disclaimer: not mine
spoilers/warnings: au; show choir au.
summary: she doesn't even know why she's in this group, she doesn't even sing.
n: for the au three sentence (LOL, three sentences) meme on tumblr.
All around her everyone was buzzing with restrained energy that made her skin feel itchy. Kaylee was warming up next to Simon who kept fiddling with his cuffs and vest. Inara was by the mirrors fixing the wings of her eyes and reflected in the mirror there was the team captain, tall and stiff neck even though he leaned against the wall with a careless carelessness pretending not to watch the sweep of her hand. Next to him Janye was playing with his switch blade and she could easily imagine the easy slide of metal between her fingers - he had left it in the choir room once and she practiced with it for three hours perfecting the flip, swish, click, swish, flip, click of the instrument until Simon found her and took it away telling her it was dangerous. But that was Simon. Big brother. Always right in his mind. - thinking that maybe she could convince Zoe to lend her hers.
She frowned and untwisted herself from her seat and looked to where Wash was fiddling with his tie. His knot was messy and next to him Zoe’s tie was in a perfect Windsor. They held hands, fingers interlocked like puzzle pieces.
She tugged at her own tie and curled her lips like she tasted something sour. They were going to lose anyway so she didn’t know why she had to wear it. The Purple Bellies from the Academy were better, her memory told her so.
Still, she liked the group, the team, and how all their voices twined together but then she didn’t like it because her’s didn’t.
Her key was always off and her notes fell flat. But they kept her because she could spin to their words and flip to their harmonies. They kept her because they needed the eighth and she balanced the sides. Because Simon liked Kaylee and Kaylee liked Simon and Mr. Book said so.
As Mr. Book called them forth she felt Inara’s hands brush her shoulder and grins, pulling her to the stage.
The stage was confortable at least. Performing was familiar.
The song started and the voices around her sang. Her feet moved and her mouth mimicked. They were going to lose, she knew that already, but for a moment the glare of the overhead lights blotted that thought out of her mind.