I have a bag of M&Ms and I'm not afraid to use them...

[smittywing]

Gmail is working on a two-hour time delay and I woke up this morning with the distinct sensation that I'd been kicked in the ovaries by someone wearing a very large and heavy boot.

On the plus side, I wrote 2,000 words of fic last night and have the first three scenes of part 8 completely done.

melagan is hosting the John Sheppard That Things We Don't

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Awesome idea!

[queenofalostart]

Give me a prompt and I'll write you a few lines of Sheppard.

Teyla.

Re: Awesome idea!

[smittywing]

"So what's going on?" John asked, flopping down next to Teyla on the mat.

Teyla lifted her head and rolled slowly to a sitting position. "Do you weary of training already?" she asked, flipping back a piece of hair.

"Nah," John said, a little embarrassed that this was so true. "But let's face it. Every time I've beaten you, there's been something seriously wrong with the world. You're not sleeping, I'm...you know, with the bug. So what's going on?"

Teyla smiled, vague and mischievous. "I suppose I am not sleeping again."

"Nightmares?" John asked automatically, then flusehd when he saw her sideways glance. "Oh." Then, "Ohhhh. So wait a minute -- "

But Teyla was already up, already armed, and already beckoning him up. "If you do not meet me here, I will bring the fight to you," she offered.

John scrambled to his feet and grabbed for his stick, all the while thinking, Hey, wait a minute! This isn't how it's supposed to happen.....

And thank you!

:-)

[anitac588]

So, Teyla's marine crush interfered with her training?
Interesting. *g*

Re: :-)

[smittywing]

*g* Well, I figured she had something more interesting to do at night than sleep. ;) Thank you!

[amireal]

John's first not!Date with Rodney.

[smittywing]

They were three-quarters of the way through the pizza and had just hit the bedroom scene when Rodney yawned loudly and flung his arm across the back of the couch.

John turned his head and regarded Rodney's arm, lying there in its civilian, long-sleeved t-shirt, and then he turned his head the other way and looked at its owner.

"Rodney?" he asked slowly. It was the standard, Rodney, why are the nice people pointing spears at us? or Rodney, what exactly did you mean by 'little boom'? inquiry, and apparently he'd overused it enough that Rodney didn't even jump guiltily.

"What?" Rodney asked.

"Is this a date?" John asked, forcing the last word out. They didn't go on dates. They were manly men, having occasional buddy fucks. They did not go out to dinner, followed by movies and/or kareooke, and finish the evening with

[amireal]

*glows*

My fandom has accidental dating! *glee!* This is made of awesome!

[smittywing]

*beam* Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :)

[anonymous]

Hi. Am feeling terribly blue tonight, so I'm haunting lj again. I'm going to shamelessly take advantage of your offer, then.

How about the lines around his eyes?

*adores John with you*

*adores you*

-Michelle

[smittywing]

Aw, honey. :) I love the lines around his eyes, too.

John opened his eyes to find Rodney an inch from his face with a ruler, squinting critically at

[anonymous]

*hugs*

So wonderful. Thank you so much.

reaching out to smooth away Rodney's own lines,

*loves*

[smittywing]

*hugs* Thank you! (Not that you're likely to see this, but if you do, I appreciate it.) :)

[wychwood]

Antarctica; some sort of wildlife, but not penguins.

[smittywing]

John was sitting in the mess, poking at the day's combination of noodles, ground beef, and tomato-esque sauce when one of the Flight Ops guys came by and said, "Hey, Sheppard, you want some off-the-books flight time

[scarletts_awry]

He'd always been a sucker for a pair of blue eyes.

*snorfle* Aww.

All of these are lovely.

[smittywing]

*beam* Thank you!

[bibliokat]

Sherlock Holmes. No, I don't have any idea what you can do with this;) So detective!John.

Or, just in case: dandelion.

[smittywing]

"Whatcha got for me?" Detective - Specialist Sheppard asked Dr. McKay, leaning over his shoulder.

"Here, hold this," McKay said, handing him something and bending back over his microscope.

"What's -- whoa!" Sheppard exclaimed, finding he was holding a skull. "That's kind of cool," he decided, looking it over. Two to the back of the head, then?"

"Long range, small caliber," Rodney confirmed. "Steep angle. Sniper style."

"Guy on a roof," Sheppard said with a short nod. As a pilot in NYPD's Aviation Unit, he'd deployed hundreds of officers to the city's rooftops, and he'd dropped the divers who had found this skeleton and two others off Coney Island.

"About a week ago," Rodney said.

"Is that all you can give me?" Sheppard asked. It wasn't much to go on but it was a start if this was about to become pattern.

"You want everything now," Rodney complained. "I'll call you when trace is through with this. Give me that -- " He snatched away the skull. "And get out of my lab until I find something. Shoo

[bibliokat]

Eeeee! It's like a Bones SGA-AU!

Wow, so totally not what you asked for and also I don't think NYPD's aviation unit gets to just run their own investigations but...I'll be over in the corner.

Awww, I love it anyway;) Thank you!

[smittywing]

Yay, I'm glad you liked it! I think I was probably watching CSI:NY at the time and I was all, "Detective! Yeah!" Or um, something like that.

Thank you!