The WIP Meme...
...as ganked from amazonziti .
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
"So let me get this straight," John snorted. "You're more pissed off because they shot a gun than you are about the fact that they were using it on you."
"It's dishonorable. An insult. Guns are for wraith and beasts, not man."
---
"Flanking them is the easiest track to take."
"Not with these numbers it's not. Not unless you let me go out there, thin them out first."
"We'll be fine. Have you looked at the valley? It's a perfect bottleneck. "
"They live here, Sheppard. Think they already know it."
"We don't need to hold them off for more than twenty minutes at the most," Sheppard replied."
"Yeah," Ronon rolled his eyes. "Long as McKay's repairs on the solar panels actually work."
"That's it," Sheppard grumbled, dropping the map and nodding his head towards the door, away from the others. "Ronon, a word please?"
---
"Sheppard has space herpes?"
And that was the ignominous beginning to John's afternoon, which wasn't nearly as much fun as the morning had been, not by half.
---
"Lets see if we can't head them off," Lorne muttered, his hand going up to the radio. "Anyone who remembers why, get to the gate room immediately."
"Lorne? Ronon? What are you talking about?" Weir's voice came on the radio, anxious and irritated.
"Fuck it," Lorne rolled his eyes as he ran towards the transporter. "All available men to the gate room, full metal. This is not a drill."
"Lorne, what are you-"
"Incoming wormhole. Midway," Amelia's called out as they skidded into the gate room.
"It's the wraith," Ronon explained, because he hadn't helped, last time, but-
"It's Dr. Lee's IDC, and there's no way you can- Nevermind. Banks? Drop the shield."
Ronon closed his eyes briefly against the blinding flash of the opening gate, but it was no use. The third stunner blast through the gate made a target of his stomach, and as he fell, he wondered what it was, exactly, he had to do to make them listen.
---
Ronon walked Teyla back to her quarters, but decided that if the crying coming from inside was anything to go by, now wasn't be the best time for a visit. He wandered back towards his room, wishing he could drag John back with him. Catch up for five minutes. Get a read on him. But not now, not during the day, when there was still work to be done.
As if on cue, McKay paged him on the radio.
"Yeah?"
"I don't know if you're up for it, but I could use some help with an experiment."
"What do you need me for?"
"I need you to shoot things."
"You said no gunfire in the labs."
"This is for science."
Ronon spun towards the transporter. "Be right there."
---
"Retzinger's smart. Hasn't left much of anything by way of a paper trail. And he knows who we are, more than we thought."
"But we know this already," Alec said. Eliot, next to him, was shaking his head in agreement. This was already heading up to be a total mess, but at least it looked like they were back on the same page. On this, at least.
"We know this, yes, but only as far as his dealings with his family's business goes. Unhindered by two complete idiots, I'm a little concerned at what he might manage."
"So how do we hit him?" Alec wanted to know. "I mean. He's off the grid, how do we find him?"
"We make him come to us," Nate explained. "Sophie and I, we're the bait. Hardison, Eliot? You're backup, and Parker, we're going to need you to bail us out."
"Hang on," Alec scowled. "Just how literal are you talking?"
"The only way we're going to stop him is to give him what he wants," Nate grinned.
"Our asses in jail?"
"It should take some work, but I'm sure if we put some effort into it, you know, really stretch ourselves, we should be able to get ourselves into trouble."
---
"Seriously," McKay hissed, any panic already forgotten, buried under layers of annoyance. "I don't have time for this. I'm trying to pull apart a hell of a lot of data from Michael's hive, without the benefit of Atlantis's systems to handle the computations. So if you wouldn't mind keeping your insane friends from destroying my lab, it would be appreciated."
"Do I have to go to?"
"You're not insane." His eyes already on his datapad, he never noticed River's grin.
---
Kissing Jayne wasn't the storm he'd expected. It was relaxing, more comfortable than it probably should have been. All drunken certainty, uncaring of intent, and a little sloppy. But nice. Like it was something people did. Not something they worried about.
If it weren't for that, Ronon might have been more concerned with the audience, even knowing that the firelight didn't come out this far.
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
"So let me get this straight," John snorted. "You're more pissed off because they shot a gun than you are about the fact that they were using it on you."
"It's dishonorable. An insult. Guns are for wraith and beasts, not man."
---
"Flanking them is the easiest track to take."
"Not with these numbers it's not. Not unless you let me go out there, thin them out first."
"We'll be fine. Have you looked at the valley? It's a perfect bottleneck. "
"They live here, Sheppard. Think they already know it."
"We don't need to hold them off for more than twenty minutes at the most," Sheppard replied."
"Yeah," Ronon rolled his eyes. "Long as McKay's repairs on the solar panels actually work."
"That's it," Sheppard grumbled, dropping the map and nodding his head towards the door, away from the others. "Ronon, a word please?"
---
"Sheppard has space herpes?"
And that was the ignominous beginning to John's afternoon, which wasn't nearly as much fun as the morning had been, not by half.
---
"Lets see if we can't head them off," Lorne muttered, his hand going up to the radio. "Anyone who remembers why, get to the gate room immediately."
"Lorne? Ronon? What are you talking about?" Weir's voice came on the radio, anxious and irritated.
"Fuck it," Lorne rolled his eyes as he ran towards the transporter. "All available men to the gate room, full metal. This is not a drill."
"Lorne, what are you-"
"Incoming wormhole. Midway," Amelia's called out as they skidded into the gate room.
"It's the wraith," Ronon explained, because he hadn't helped, last time, but-
"It's Dr. Lee's IDC, and there's no way you can- Nevermind. Banks? Drop the shield."
Ronon closed his eyes briefly against the blinding flash of the opening gate, but it was no use. The third stunner blast through the gate made a target of his stomach, and as he fell, he wondered what it was, exactly, he had to do to make them listen.
---
Ronon walked Teyla back to her quarters, but decided that if the crying coming from inside was anything to go by, now wasn't be the best time for a visit. He wandered back towards his room, wishing he could drag John back with him. Catch up for five minutes. Get a read on him. But not now, not during the day, when there was still work to be done.
As if on cue, McKay paged him on the radio.
"Yeah?"
"I don't know if you're up for it, but I could use some help with an experiment."
"What do you need me for?"
"I need you to shoot things."
"You said no gunfire in the labs."
"This is for science."
Ronon spun towards the transporter. "Be right there."
---
"Retzinger's smart. Hasn't left much of anything by way of a paper trail. And he knows who we are, more than we thought."
"But we know this already," Alec said. Eliot, next to him, was shaking his head in agreement. This was already heading up to be a total mess, but at least it looked like they were back on the same page. On this, at least.
"We know this, yes, but only as far as his dealings with his family's business goes. Unhindered by two complete idiots, I'm a little concerned at what he might manage."
"So how do we hit him?" Alec wanted to know. "I mean. He's off the grid, how do we find him?"
"We make him come to us," Nate explained. "Sophie and I, we're the bait. Hardison, Eliot? You're backup, and Parker, we're going to need you to bail us out."
"Hang on," Alec scowled. "Just how literal are you talking?"
"The only way we're going to stop him is to give him what he wants," Nate grinned.
"Our asses in jail?"
"It should take some work, but I'm sure if we put some effort into it, you know, really stretch ourselves, we should be able to get ourselves into trouble."
---
"Seriously," McKay hissed, any panic already forgotten, buried under layers of annoyance. "I don't have time for this. I'm trying to pull apart a hell of a lot of data from Michael's hive, without the benefit of Atlantis's systems to handle the computations. So if you wouldn't mind keeping your insane friends from destroying my lab, it would be appreciated."
"Do I have to go to?"
"You're not insane." His eyes already on his datapad, he never noticed River's grin.
---
Kissing Jayne wasn't the storm he'd expected. It was relaxing, more comfortable than it probably should have been. All drunken certainty, uncaring of intent, and a little sloppy. But nice. Like it was something people did. Not something they worried about.
If it weren't for that, Ronon might have been more concerned with the audience, even knowing that the firelight didn't come out this far.