Writing meme!

[havocthecat]

In an effort to kick-start my muse, I will take the first five prompts for the ganked-from-all-over timestamp meme:

Give me one of my own stories and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five

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[havocthecat]

I hope this one works out for you!

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"It is very kind of you to do this for me," says Fleur. She accepts the mug of tea that Carson gives her. "Kate has told me of you, Dr. Beckett."

"All good things, I hope," says Carson, with a grin.

"You haven't told her too much, have you?" asks Elizabeth, "For the sake of the timeline, if you were really in medieval France."

"As far as I can tell, it was," says Kate. She's inhaling the scent of a mug of coffee. "There was no chocolate, Elizabeth. My sole source of caffeine and sugar for the past three years was tea and honey."

"Genetically, Kate, you and Fleur here seem to be identical," says Carson. "I've run a number of tests over the past month, and, I have to tell you, I'm stumped."

Kate holds her hand out for Carson's tablet with a curious look, and he hands it to her. "I'm not surprised," she says, studying it. "We have matching birthmarks."

"You have matching birthmarks?" Kate glances over to see John trying not to look curious. He's failing, of course. "How'd you find that out? And, uh, where are they?"

"You are very forward," Fleur tells him, and John smiles charmingly at her.

"She's married, John," says Kate. She meets Fleur's gaze, and sees her own impatience there.

"It's nearly 2009, Kate," says John. "She's a widow."

Teyla is watching them both. "Your expressions are identical," she says. "Even if you are genetically identical, you should behave differently."

Kate purses her lips and shrugs. "We've gotten used to it, I suppose."

"I'm sure we'll figure out what caused it," says Elizabeth. She smiles reassuringly. "After you disappeared, we sealed off your room. Your possessions are all still in there."

"Thank God," says Kate. "Underwear."

John coughs. "Didn't need to know that, Kate," he says. "Though if you want to tell me all about your underwearless adventures in medieval France, I'd be more than happy to listen."

"Does he treat all noble women this way?" asks Fleur. She gives John an arch look, then turns her gaze back to Kate. "Are there no pillories in the future, Kate?"

"He might get sued for sexual harassment if he keeps it up," says Kate. She gives John a wry look. "John, please remember that medieval France had wildly different mores and customs. Also that I'm not interested in your half of the species."

"I keep hoping that if I hit on you enough, that'll change," drawls John.

"He is allowed to beat you?" asks Fleur. She looks worried. "I thought you told me when we arrived here that it was disallowed."

"Have fun explaining that one," says John. He smirks at her. "I could drag you out behind the woodshed, sweetie."

"Did you build a woodshed in the past year?" Kate chuckles and turns to Fleur. "Hitting on someone has a different connotation, Fleur. In this case, it means that John is making sexual advances."

"But if you are a lesbian--" begins Fleur.

"I live in hope of changing her mind," says John. "You know, Kate, if you'd just try it--"

"I really wouldn't," says Kate, smiling.

[havocthecat]

Thank you! :) It's too much fun to write.