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Day 15: "Lost While Marooned While Stranded in Space," SGU (Eli Wallace)
Title: Lost While Marooned While Stranded in Space
Author: geonncannon
Self-Lover: Eli Wallace, (Chloe Armstrong/Matthew Scott)
Fandom: Stargate: Universe
Spoilers: Lost, Sabotage
Words: 1,437
Date: May 15
Notes: Thanks to the peeps on Twitter for helping me with one aspect of this story. I can't help it if I've never seen the movies! Well. I mean. I could SEE them. But... ;-D
Summary: Eli gets turned around while exploring.
Eli stopped, looked at the trees around him, and started walking to the left. East. Or maybe it was east. "This is not happening," he muttered. "There is no way this is happening." After a few minutes of walking through the underbrush, he found a small stream. And either every inch of this particular stream had similar rocks on the far bank, he had been in that very spot before. "Son of a bitch!"
He didn't want to radio Scott and Chloe yet. He didn't want to admit that somehow, in the space of five minutes, he had gotten lost. Given the fact that he was already lost two times over, it was hardly good for his pride. First trapped on the Destiny, then left behind, and now wandering in the woods without the slightest clue which way the camp was. He turned in a slow circle and tried to get his bearings before he started walking west. He wished he knew where the stream was in relation to their camp so he could just follow it. But he wasn't exactly sure if he was upstream or downstream, and Scott set up camp closer to the Stargate so they wouldn't miss anyone dialing in. So the stream wouldn't be helpful.
He took off his cap, scratched his head, and tried to find a trail. He was spoiled by years on Earth. His mind assumed that even in the wildest wild, there was some kind of a path. It might be hard to find, but it was probably there. Of course this planet didn't have joggers or cyclists looking for a shortcut, and they also didn't have lawnmowers. The grass was up to Eli's knees, and he kept kicked around to make sure there weren't any alien beasties waiting to latch onto him.
"Okay," he said. "I left camp for a little exercise... right. I left camp to get away from the snuggling. 'Oh, it's so cold, oh, really? Why don't you come over and sit by me?'" He snorted. "Maybe I'm cold, too. Not that I'd want to cuddle with Scott... not..." He rolled his eyes and said, "Next time, Eli, make a note. Heck, leave a trail of breadcrumbs. Something. Don't just sing John Denver songs under your... breath..." He turned and scanned the sky. Most of it was blocked by trees, but he quickly found an open space where he could see a mountain. The mountain that had inspired him to start singing "Rocky Mountain High."
Eli laughed and used the mountain as his frame of reference. He was only a little off, adjusting his course a bit more to the south. Soon, the mountain looked right, so he moved west again. Before long, he heard the crackle of the fire. "Thank you, Man vs. Wild," he said. He slid down a small hill, dusted off the seat of his uniform pants - Eli Wallace in a uniform, who'd have thunk? - and headed toward camp. He was already preparing his description of his little adventure in his mind as he approached the clearing.
He was about to make his grand entrance when he heard a strange sound. He froze in place, imagining dinosaurs and more Roger Corman-type spiders.
"Chloe, Eli could be back any second."
Eli rolled his eyes. Wonderful. He moved closer to a tree, craning his neck to see if they were close to being done or just getting started. They were resting against a tree, Scott's arm around Chloe and holding her close. Chloe was nearly on top of Scott, kissing his neck. He turned his head toward her and they kissed, and Eli frowned. That wasn't so bad. He'd thought, from the sound of Scott's voice, that they'd be totally in the middle of things. As it were. He started to step out into the clearing when he noticed Chloe's hand.
Or rather, he noticed that he couldn't see Chloe's hand. He ducked back behind the tree.
"It's a well-known reliever of stress," Chloe said. "And if you're going to keep us calm, you need to be as stress-free as possible."
Scott put his head against the tree, and Chloe reached down with her free hand. She pulled Scott's pants out of the way to free his growing erection.
Eli's eyes widened, and he started to back away but he didn't want to make too much noise in his retreat. All he had to do was stay right where he was until they finished. It wouldn't take too long, right? When Alison did it for him during the Lord of the Rings marathon, he was done before Bilbo's birthday party. Of course Scott probably had a bit more experience than he did, so...
"Oh, God, just what I don't need right now," Eli muttered as he felt himself beginning to react. He blamed the memory of Alison, geeky Alison with her glasses and her chess club and her "Hells yeah I'll watch all three extended edition Lord of the Rings movies with you, Eli." Not to mention the fact the girl he was currently crushing on pretty hard was doing things to Scott that really only belonged in porn.
He'd never seen another man's erect penis before, either. It was interesting. It was Scott, and that was damned weird, but... also kind of hot. That didn't make him gay. It was the fact of what he was doing, what Chloe was doing, that was making it sexy. Eli decided if he had to wait this out, he wasn't going to be uncomfortable.
He unloaded his stuff, and unfastened his uniform pants. He hadn't had a chance to really... take care of himself... since they got to the Destiny. Not a lot of privacy, unsurprisingly. It really sucked, too, since he had to spend time with so many gorgeous women. Not just Chloe; Lieutenant James frightened him in a way that was a huge turn-on. And Dr. Johansen, Dr. Park. Even Camile Wray. She was older than him, by more than a few years, and there was a rumor she was gay, but that didn't hurt the fantasy. Kind of helped it, in fact.
Scott and Chloe kissed while she stroked him, and Eli mimicked her movements. That made it easier to pretend it was him under her hand. He thought of the communication stones and wondered if it would be possible to leapfrog around until he was in Scott's body. But he didn't really want to use another man's body for that. If he was going to be with Chloe, he wanted it to be him. The fantasy was fine for now.
Scott grunted and groaned when he came, and Eli couldn't stop himself from watching. It was weird. So weird. And then to see Scott's come on Chloe's fingers, it was just...
Eli's body jerked as he came, covering the leaves directly in front of him. Leaves he started immediately convincing himself could not possibly be poison ivy. He pulled his pants back up, quickly fastening things, and tightened his belt. He wiped the sweat from his face - even though he had more than enough reasons to be sweaty, having tromped through the woods for about two hours. He backed up a few yards, turned around, and made as much noise as possible returning to the clearing.
He shook his head, cleared his throat, and began singing under his breath to announce his approach. "Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown, and things seem hard or tough..."
As he arrived in camp, he was well into the song. "--the sun and you and me, and all the stars that we can see, are moving at a million miles a day..." Scott and Chloe were sitting against the tree, the picture of innocence. "Hey, guys."
"Hey," Scott said. "Where have you been? You get lost?"
"A little bit," Eli said.
"Well, keep close to the Stargate. There's a chance Rush will figure out a why to swing back around and pick us up. We don't want to miss it because we're off exploring."
"Right," Eli said. He sat down on a tree near them and stretched his legs out. Who would have thought being a science-fiction alien fighter would involve so much walking? He looked at Chloe and Scott and considered starting his Monty Python song again. But then an idea occurred to him, and he had to resist smiling at his deviousness. He cleared his throat.
"Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great... if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite--"
"Eli," Scott snapped.
"Sorry."
Author: geonncannon
Self-Lover: Eli Wallace, (Chloe Armstrong/Matthew Scott)
Fandom: Stargate: Universe
Spoilers: Lost, Sabotage
Words: 1,437
Date: May 15
Notes: Thanks to the peeps on Twitter for helping me with one aspect of this story. I can't help it if I've never seen the movies! Well. I mean. I could SEE them. But... ;-D
Summary: Eli gets turned around while exploring.
Eli stopped, looked at the trees around him, and started walking to the left. East. Or maybe it was east. "This is not happening," he muttered. "There is no way this is happening." After a few minutes of walking through the underbrush, he found a small stream. And either every inch of this particular stream had similar rocks on the far bank, he had been in that very spot before. "Son of a bitch!"
He didn't want to radio Scott and Chloe yet. He didn't want to admit that somehow, in the space of five minutes, he had gotten lost. Given the fact that he was already lost two times over, it was hardly good for his pride. First trapped on the Destiny, then left behind, and now wandering in the woods without the slightest clue which way the camp was. He turned in a slow circle and tried to get his bearings before he started walking west. He wished he knew where the stream was in relation to their camp so he could just follow it. But he wasn't exactly sure if he was upstream or downstream, and Scott set up camp closer to the Stargate so they wouldn't miss anyone dialing in. So the stream wouldn't be helpful.
He took off his cap, scratched his head, and tried to find a trail. He was spoiled by years on Earth. His mind assumed that even in the wildest wild, there was some kind of a path. It might be hard to find, but it was probably there. Of course this planet didn't have joggers or cyclists looking for a shortcut, and they also didn't have lawnmowers. The grass was up to Eli's knees, and he kept kicked around to make sure there weren't any alien beasties waiting to latch onto him.
"Okay," he said. "I left camp for a little exercise... right. I left camp to get away from the snuggling. 'Oh, it's so cold, oh, really? Why don't you come over and sit by me?'" He snorted. "Maybe I'm cold, too. Not that I'd want to cuddle with Scott... not..." He rolled his eyes and said, "Next time, Eli, make a note. Heck, leave a trail of breadcrumbs. Something. Don't just sing John Denver songs under your... breath..." He turned and scanned the sky. Most of it was blocked by trees, but he quickly found an open space where he could see a mountain. The mountain that had inspired him to start singing "Rocky Mountain High."
Eli laughed and used the mountain as his frame of reference. He was only a little off, adjusting his course a bit more to the south. Soon, the mountain looked right, so he moved west again. Before long, he heard the crackle of the fire. "Thank you, Man vs. Wild," he said. He slid down a small hill, dusted off the seat of his uniform pants - Eli Wallace in a uniform, who'd have thunk? - and headed toward camp. He was already preparing his description of his little adventure in his mind as he approached the clearing.
He was about to make his grand entrance when he heard a strange sound. He froze in place, imagining dinosaurs and more Roger Corman-type spiders.
"Chloe, Eli could be back any second."
Eli rolled his eyes. Wonderful. He moved closer to a tree, craning his neck to see if they were close to being done or just getting started. They were resting against a tree, Scott's arm around Chloe and holding her close. Chloe was nearly on top of Scott, kissing his neck. He turned his head toward her and they kissed, and Eli frowned. That wasn't so bad. He'd thought, from the sound of Scott's voice, that they'd be totally in the middle of things. As it were. He started to step out into the clearing when he noticed Chloe's hand.
Or rather, he noticed that he couldn't see Chloe's hand. He ducked back behind the tree.
"It's a well-known reliever of stress," Chloe said. "And if you're going to keep us calm, you need to be as stress-free as possible."
Scott put his head against the tree, and Chloe reached down with her free hand. She pulled Scott's pants out of the way to free his growing erection.
Eli's eyes widened, and he started to back away but he didn't want to make too much noise in his retreat. All he had to do was stay right where he was until they finished. It wouldn't take too long, right? When Alison did it for him during the Lord of the Rings marathon, he was done before Bilbo's birthday party. Of course Scott probably had a bit more experience than he did, so...
"Oh, God, just what I don't need right now," Eli muttered as he felt himself beginning to react. He blamed the memory of Alison, geeky Alison with her glasses and her chess club and her "Hells yeah I'll watch all three extended edition Lord of the Rings movies with you, Eli." Not to mention the fact the girl he was currently crushing on pretty hard was doing things to Scott that really only belonged in porn.
He'd never seen another man's erect penis before, either. It was interesting. It was Scott, and that was damned weird, but... also kind of hot. That didn't make him gay. It was the fact of what he was doing, what Chloe was doing, that was making it sexy. Eli decided if he had to wait this out, he wasn't going to be uncomfortable.
He unloaded his stuff, and unfastened his uniform pants. He hadn't had a chance to really... take care of himself... since they got to the Destiny. Not a lot of privacy, unsurprisingly. It really sucked, too, since he had to spend time with so many gorgeous women. Not just Chloe; Lieutenant James frightened him in a way that was a huge turn-on. And Dr. Johansen, Dr. Park. Even Camile Wray. She was older than him, by more than a few years, and there was a rumor she was gay, but that didn't hurt the fantasy. Kind of helped it, in fact.
Scott and Chloe kissed while she stroked him, and Eli mimicked her movements. That made it easier to pretend it was him under her hand. He thought of the communication stones and wondered if it would be possible to leapfrog around until he was in Scott's body. But he didn't really want to use another man's body for that. If he was going to be with Chloe, he wanted it to be him. The fantasy was fine for now.
Scott grunted and groaned when he came, and Eli couldn't stop himself from watching. It was weird. So weird. And then to see Scott's come on Chloe's fingers, it was just...
Eli's body jerked as he came, covering the leaves directly in front of him. Leaves he started immediately convincing himself could not possibly be poison ivy. He pulled his pants back up, quickly fastening things, and tightened his belt. He wiped the sweat from his face - even though he had more than enough reasons to be sweaty, having tromped through the woods for about two hours. He backed up a few yards, turned around, and made as much noise as possible returning to the clearing.
He shook his head, cleared his throat, and began singing under his breath to announce his approach. "Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown, and things seem hard or tough..."
As he arrived in camp, he was well into the song. "--the sun and you and me, and all the stars that we can see, are moving at a million miles a day..." Scott and Chloe were sitting against the tree, the picture of innocence. "Hey, guys."
"Hey," Scott said. "Where have you been? You get lost?"
"A little bit," Eli said.
"Well, keep close to the Stargate. There's a chance Rush will figure out a why to swing back around and pick us up. We don't want to miss it because we're off exploring."
"Right," Eli said. He sat down on a tree near them and stretched his legs out. Who would have thought being a science-fiction alien fighter would involve so much walking? He looked at Chloe and Scott and considered starting his Monty Python song again. But then an idea occurred to him, and he had to resist smiling at his deviousness. He cleared his throat.
"Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great... if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite--"
"Eli," Scott snapped.
"Sorry."