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Connor from Angel, massive bloody head trauma.
"OW!"
"You're such a baby."
"Am not." But he was grumpy, and he had a head wound, and-- "OW! Damnit, Cordelia, do you have to be so harsh?"
"Listen, Mr. I Slept With My Ex, if--"
He blinked. "So it was real?"
"What was real?" She looked like she thought he was insane. Perhaps he was.
"Connor, Darla..."
"Darla was, yes. Stupid skank. If I ever get my hands on her..." Cordelia's voice trailed off into a growl.
"She's alive?"
"Of course she's alive! Don't you remember kicking her ass after she pretended to be pregnant and then tried to eat me?"
Angel rubbed his head, "It was... It was all a dream?"
"What was all a dream?" Now there was almost concern in the brown eyes staring at him.
"Connor. I had a son..."
"You're undead, I'm surprised you can get it up--but then, Buffy would know more about that. And, no. You have no children."
"It was a dream."
"Yup."
Angel studied her for a moment, then began to smirk, "So, Cordy, whatcha doin' this Saturday night?"
"Probably channeling a vision to save your ass."
"Wanna see a movie?"
----
Sheppard, Darts, Explosions
John Sheppard has always liked the exhileration of explosions. As the Wraith darts fall out of the sky, hit by the lazer beams McKay designed, he decides he definitely likes them.
----
Giles, Drums, Window
He could hear them at night, echoing in the hills. It wasn't something he was used to, and given the silence that normally permeated the area, he sometimes wondered if he was hearing them at all.
But then they would pound again, drumming their message into his bones. And he would think about being old.
And retirement and putting his feet up with a hot pot of tea laced with honey and cream.
Golden sunsets and bitter autumn days and drums in the night.
When he stands on the precipice and looks down into the destruction the Hellmouth has wrought, he remembers.
Sometimes, he wishes he had followed them as they played outside his window.
-----
Sheppard, Weir, Cards
"Checkmate."
"...we're playing poker."
"So?"
"You can't checkmate someone in poker."
"Sheppard, I'm the commander of Atlantis. I can do whatever the hell I want."
"Does that include stripping in the next five minutes?"
"Only if your hand is better than mine."
"I call."
"Checkmate."
"Damn."
"Off with your clothes, Major."
"Hey! Did I say--"
"I promise not to tell you anyone you suck at poker."
"...you're a strange woman."
"I like even stranger men."
"Y'know, that should tell me something."
"You're stalling."
"I'm just--fine, fine, no need to throw your shoe at me. Lizzie."
"You'll pay for calling me that."
"Oooh, promises, promises."
"You're still clothed, Major."
"I've been thinking... best out of three?"
Connor from Angel, massive bloody head trauma.
"OW!"
"You're such a baby."
"Am not." But he was grumpy, and he had a head wound, and-- "OW! Damnit, Cordelia, do you have to be so harsh?"
"Listen, Mr. I Slept With My Ex, if--"
He blinked. "So it was real?"
"What was real?" She looked like she thought he was insane. Perhaps he was.
"Connor, Darla..."
"Darla was, yes. Stupid skank. If I ever get my hands on her..." Cordelia's voice trailed off into a growl.
"She's alive?"
"Of course she's alive! Don't you remember kicking her ass after she pretended to be pregnant and then tried to eat me?"
Angel rubbed his head, "It was... It was all a dream?"
"What was all a dream?" Now there was almost concern in the brown eyes staring at him.
"Connor. I had a son..."
"You're undead, I'm surprised you can get it up--but then, Buffy would know more about that. And, no. You have no children."
"It was a dream."
"Yup."
Angel studied her for a moment, then began to smirk, "So, Cordy, whatcha doin' this Saturday night?"
"Probably channeling a vision to save your ass."
"Wanna see a movie?"
----
Sheppard, Darts, Explosions
John Sheppard has always liked the exhileration of explosions. As the Wraith darts fall out of the sky, hit by the lazer beams McKay designed, he decides he definitely likes them.
----
Giles, Drums, Window
He could hear them at night, echoing in the hills. It wasn't something he was used to, and given the silence that normally permeated the area, he sometimes wondered if he was hearing them at all.
But then they would pound again, drumming their message into his bones. And he would think about being old.
And retirement and putting his feet up with a hot pot of tea laced with honey and cream.
Golden sunsets and bitter autumn days and drums in the night.
When he stands on the precipice and looks down into the destruction the Hellmouth has wrought, he remembers.
Sometimes, he wishes he had followed them as they played outside his window.
-----
Sheppard, Weir, Cards
"Checkmate."
"...we're playing poker."
"So?"
"You can't checkmate someone in poker."
"Sheppard, I'm the commander of Atlantis. I can do whatever the hell I want."
"Does that include stripping in the next five minutes?"
"Only if your hand is better than mine."
"I call."
"Checkmate."
"Damn."
"Off with your clothes, Major."
"Hey! Did I say--"
"I promise not to tell you anyone you suck at poker."
"...you're a strange woman."
"I like even stranger men."
"Y'know, that should tell me something."
"You're stalling."
"I'm just--fine, fine, no need to throw your shoe at me. Lizzie."
"You'll pay for calling me that."
"Oooh, promises, promises."
"You're still clothed, Major."
"I've been thinking... best out of three?"