WIP meme.
Did this last year I think. Since I deleted a lot of those WIPs, like an idiot, figured I'd give it another go. :P
Snagged from kirsty841.
Meme: Post a sentence/paragraph from *every* WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just excerpt.
1. "I've been arguing with him about everything, lately." Cassie sniffed, her chin finally lifting from her knees as she glanced sideways at Janet with puffy, bloodshot, teary eyes. "We . . . we had a fight this morning." She sniffled again, her eyes looking skyward and her chin trembling. "I told him I hated him, Aunt Janet!" Cassie cried. "I . . . I told Dad I hated him," she repeated, her voice softer, and defeated.
Sucking in a breath, Janet sat down on the hard floor, scooting closer and putting an arm around her distressed young niece. "Ohh, honey." She closed her eyes, desperate for something to say to the poor girl that would help. "I'm sure he knows you didn't really mean it. You were just angry."
2. Coming up behind him as they made their way along a stream, Sam realized that Jack was humming. She listened closer, trying to decipher the familiar-sounding tune. Then she got it. "Message in a Bottle?" she blurted incredulously. Her eyebrows lifted as he stopped and turned to her. "Are you serious?!"
He shrugged, and she caught a devilish smirk just as he turned and began walking again. "Okay, fine." Jack climbed up on a boulder with a grunt, then began singing jovially, "Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, That started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship..."
"Colonel!" Sam whined, unable to hide her laughter when he chuckled and quickened his pace, obviously fearing she was about to smack him.
3. Glancing in the rearview mirror to see Cassie in her car seat in the back of the trucks cab, he asked, "Hey kiddo, you like Sam, right?"
The little girl smiled, her grey-blue eyes shining at him in the reflection of the mirror. "Yeah." She paused briefly, then kicked her feet against the front passenger seat and said, "I like her best."
"Better than me?"
"Um..." Cassie seemed to think for a moment, bouncing her teddy bear in front of her. She nodded. "Yeah, I like Sam better than you."
Jack's attention flickered from the road to the mirror. His left eyebrow rose. "How come?"
The five-year-old shrugged in her seat, then said, "'Cuz Sam don't make me eat veggies, and she's prettier than you, Jack."
4. It was just so unexpected. He was sitting there when she came home, slumped on her doorstep with a big grey scruffy dog, who had hopefully seen better days, lying on the step beside him. Sam slowed her approach to the door, taking time to fiddle with her keys, making sure she had the one for the front door and not the garage, or her car. Trying to find something to say about the unusual sight before her, all Sam could manage was, "Colonel. I . . . didn't know you had a dog."
"I don't, Carter," he said, his voice surprisingly low and rough.
5. "Soooooo," Janet began, drawing the word out. "I see Jack's been more openly affectionate towards you as of late," she pointed out.
Heaving a sigh, apparently giving in, Sam took a seat beside Janet on the exam bed. She ducked her head and smiled bashfully. "Yeah. He has."
Janet was trying to be subtle, but had a feeling that Sam could see right through her. "How has that been working out for you two?"
Sam lifted her chin and rose an eyebrow at her. "We haven't had sex yet, if that's what you're getting at."
6. As soon as Sam was gone, Jack gave Daniel’s shoulder a shove and a mischievous grin spread across his youthful face.
“What?” Daniel whined from the shove, adjusting the too-big glasses that had been jerry-rigged with an elastic strap so they’d stay on his face.
Jack quickly hopped off the couch and made a beeline for the door. When he noticed Daniel wasn’t following him, he turned around and impatiently waved him over. “C’mon, let’s go!”
Blinking at his friend, Daniel slid off the couch and shrugged, going over to Jack slowly. “Where are we going?”
“To get cake!” Jack exclaimed in an obvious tone. Jeeze, didn’t this kid know anything?
7. Teal'c didn't look too happy with her decision, but nodded his acceptance nonetheless. He was still holding Jack's sluggish symbiote with surprising gentleness.
Jack shocked them all by letting out a low moan, a hand weakly sliding over his empty gut. His breathing was harsh and loud, but he didn't open his eyes.
Looking uncomfortable, Daniel waved a hand at the slime-coated symbiote that Teal'c held. "Ah, I think you should put that back."
8. When Jack suddenly leaned forward, throwing his face into his hands, Sam placed a consoling hand on his back. "He'll be okay, Jack. Charlie's a tough kid." She felt him suck in a deep breath, his face still hidden from her.
"I shouldn't have sent him down there," he muttered into his hands, shaking his head.
Sam's face creased with sympathy. "It isn't your fault, Jack. It was an accident. You couldn't have gone to the basement yourself." She had been getting to know Jack rather well since the restart of the Stargate Program, and could imagine what Jack had been thinking when he found his son unconscious on the basement floor. For Jack, it was four-year-old Charlie handling his gun again. The situation was completely different, but there were strong similarities. Jack had been helpless, and scared for his little boy's life.
9. Jack was sprawled on the wet ground, half face-down in the muck, and half on his side. Daniel jerked as his friend coughed, howling in agony through gritted teeth as he rolled his right shoulder and flopped onto his back, blood spewing from his parted lips.
10. "Jack," Jacob spoke slowly. He took a deep breath, studying the wild man in front of him, who'd now dropped down to his haunches. "I've brought someone to see you." Although he got no indication the younger man understood a thing he was saying, the Tok'ra continued. "We've come to take you home, Jack, where you belong."
11. As soon as Jack's feet hit the floor, he looked down, and he knew. There was no mistaking it. First of all, he was stark naked, because his boxers had suspiciously gone AWOL, and were probably still lost somewhere under his bed covers. His feet were too small, he had scrawny little legs, and other . . . parts were definitely not the right size. Jack made a beeline for the bathroom without bothering to cover up, climbed on top of the toilet lid, and looked in the mirror to visually confirm what he already knew.
12. Shaking herself from her musings, and still in a bit of shock that she'd finally gotten the Colonel back, Sam knelt hesitantly at his side, pulling a field dressing and some sterile wipes out of her vest pockets. The old dressing on the wound was completely saturated with blood, and Sam had thought it a minor miracle that he hadn't nicked the femoral artery and bled out. "Colonel, I really need to clean and redress your wound, sir. Will you let me do that?"
13. For a second, Sam glanced down at her booted foot, then her eyes settled back on Jack, smiling at the predatory look he was giving her. "I'm up to it." She shrieked with laughter as Jack suddenly leapt out of his seat, scooping her into his arms and bounding toward the bedroom.
"Wait! I want a shower first!" she exclaimed indignantly.
Jack chuckled and kept going. Dorothy was chasing after them, barking like it was all a fun game. "That can be arranged!"
Snagged from kirsty841.
Meme: Post a sentence/paragraph from *every* WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just excerpt.
1. "I've been arguing with him about everything, lately." Cassie sniffed, her chin finally lifting from her knees as she glanced sideways at Janet with puffy, bloodshot, teary eyes. "We . . . we had a fight this morning." She sniffled again, her eyes looking skyward and her chin trembling. "I told him I hated him, Aunt Janet!" Cassie cried. "I . . . I told Dad I hated him," she repeated, her voice softer, and defeated.
Sucking in a breath, Janet sat down on the hard floor, scooting closer and putting an arm around her distressed young niece. "Ohh, honey." She closed her eyes, desperate for something to say to the poor girl that would help. "I'm sure he knows you didn't really mean it. You were just angry."
2. Coming up behind him as they made their way along a stream, Sam realized that Jack was humming. She listened closer, trying to decipher the familiar-sounding tune. Then she got it. "Message in a Bottle?" she blurted incredulously. Her eyebrows lifted as he stopped and turned to her. "Are you serious?!"
He shrugged, and she caught a devilish smirk just as he turned and began walking again. "Okay, fine." Jack climbed up on a boulder with a grunt, then began singing jovially, "Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, That started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship..."
"Colonel!" Sam whined, unable to hide her laughter when he chuckled and quickened his pace, obviously fearing she was about to smack him.
3. Glancing in the rearview mirror to see Cassie in her car seat in the back of the trucks cab, he asked, "Hey kiddo, you like Sam, right?"
The little girl smiled, her grey-blue eyes shining at him in the reflection of the mirror. "Yeah." She paused briefly, then kicked her feet against the front passenger seat and said, "I like her best."
"Better than me?"
"Um..." Cassie seemed to think for a moment, bouncing her teddy bear in front of her. She nodded. "Yeah, I like Sam better than you."
Jack's attention flickered from the road to the mirror. His left eyebrow rose. "How come?"
The five-year-old shrugged in her seat, then said, "'Cuz Sam don't make me eat veggies, and she's prettier than you, Jack."
4. It was just so unexpected. He was sitting there when she came home, slumped on her doorstep with a big grey scruffy dog, who had hopefully seen better days, lying on the step beside him. Sam slowed her approach to the door, taking time to fiddle with her keys, making sure she had the one for the front door and not the garage, or her car. Trying to find something to say about the unusual sight before her, all Sam could manage was, "Colonel. I . . . didn't know you had a dog."
"I don't, Carter," he said, his voice surprisingly low and rough.
5. "Soooooo," Janet began, drawing the word out. "I see Jack's been more openly affectionate towards you as of late," she pointed out.
Heaving a sigh, apparently giving in, Sam took a seat beside Janet on the exam bed. She ducked her head and smiled bashfully. "Yeah. He has."
Janet was trying to be subtle, but had a feeling that Sam could see right through her. "How has that been working out for you two?"
Sam lifted her chin and rose an eyebrow at her. "We haven't had sex yet, if that's what you're getting at."
6. As soon as Sam was gone, Jack gave Daniel’s shoulder a shove and a mischievous grin spread across his youthful face.
“What?” Daniel whined from the shove, adjusting the too-big glasses that had been jerry-rigged with an elastic strap so they’d stay on his face.
Jack quickly hopped off the couch and made a beeline for the door. When he noticed Daniel wasn’t following him, he turned around and impatiently waved him over. “C’mon, let’s go!”
Blinking at his friend, Daniel slid off the couch and shrugged, going over to Jack slowly. “Where are we going?”
“To get cake!” Jack exclaimed in an obvious tone. Jeeze, didn’t this kid know anything?
7. Teal'c didn't look too happy with her decision, but nodded his acceptance nonetheless. He was still holding Jack's sluggish symbiote with surprising gentleness.
Jack shocked them all by letting out a low moan, a hand weakly sliding over his empty gut. His breathing was harsh and loud, but he didn't open his eyes.
Looking uncomfortable, Daniel waved a hand at the slime-coated symbiote that Teal'c held. "Ah, I think you should put that back."
8. When Jack suddenly leaned forward, throwing his face into his hands, Sam placed a consoling hand on his back. "He'll be okay, Jack. Charlie's a tough kid." She felt him suck in a deep breath, his face still hidden from her.
"I shouldn't have sent him down there," he muttered into his hands, shaking his head.
Sam's face creased with sympathy. "It isn't your fault, Jack. It was an accident. You couldn't have gone to the basement yourself." She had been getting to know Jack rather well since the restart of the Stargate Program, and could imagine what Jack had been thinking when he found his son unconscious on the basement floor. For Jack, it was four-year-old Charlie handling his gun again. The situation was completely different, but there were strong similarities. Jack had been helpless, and scared for his little boy's life.
9. Jack was sprawled on the wet ground, half face-down in the muck, and half on his side. Daniel jerked as his friend coughed, howling in agony through gritted teeth as he rolled his right shoulder and flopped onto his back, blood spewing from his parted lips.
10. "Jack," Jacob spoke slowly. He took a deep breath, studying the wild man in front of him, who'd now dropped down to his haunches. "I've brought someone to see you." Although he got no indication the younger man understood a thing he was saying, the Tok'ra continued. "We've come to take you home, Jack, where you belong."
11. As soon as Jack's feet hit the floor, he looked down, and he knew. There was no mistaking it. First of all, he was stark naked, because his boxers had suspiciously gone AWOL, and were probably still lost somewhere under his bed covers. His feet were too small, he had scrawny little legs, and other . . . parts were definitely not the right size. Jack made a beeline for the bathroom without bothering to cover up, climbed on top of the toilet lid, and looked in the mirror to visually confirm what he already knew.
12. Shaking herself from her musings, and still in a bit of shock that she'd finally gotten the Colonel back, Sam knelt hesitantly at his side, pulling a field dressing and some sterile wipes out of her vest pockets. The old dressing on the wound was completely saturated with blood, and Sam had thought it a minor miracle that he hadn't nicked the femoral artery and bled out. "Colonel, I really need to clean and redress your wound, sir. Will you let me do that?"
13. For a second, Sam glanced down at her booted foot, then her eyes settled back on Jack, smiling at the predatory look he was giving her. "I'm up to it." She shrieked with laughter as Jack suddenly leapt out of his seat, scooping her into his arms and bounding toward the bedroom.
"Wait! I want a shower first!" she exclaimed indignantly.
Jack chuckled and kept going. Dorothy was chasing after them, barking like it was all a fun game. "That can be arranged!"