SGA: A Good Day (2/5) (B/C, G)
For stagesoflove -- and I am so going to have these all done by the final deadline!
Title: A Good Day (2/5)
Pairing: Beckett/Cadman
Rating: G
Word Count: 343
fanfic100 #081 How? Table
Summary: "I can spin a good tale when needed," Carson replied. "Would you like me to?"
“Is this going to take much longer?” Laura asked, fidgeting on the exam table while Carson fiddled with the x-ray. “You said it was just a sprain!” she moaned.
Carson shook his head, trying his best to ignore the irritation in her voice. “Aye, and it is just a sprain. But I had to take the x-ray to make sure. Wouldn’t want it to be broken and we not notice.”
“But it’s not broken,” Laura reasoned. “Can’t we just go? It’s feeling better already.”
“Oh really?” Carson set down the x-ray and leaned against the end of the gurney, fixing her with a serious look. “Hop down from the table and prove it.” Laura hesitated, casting a wary glance at her ankle and then up to Carson. She held the stare for a moment before grinning sheepishly. “That’s what I thought,” Carson sighed. “It does nothing to your bloody marine pride to need to take a little rest.”
“I sprained my ankle in a rolly chair,” Laura sighed.
“Aye, you did,” Carson chuckled. “But you don’t have to go telling the lot around here how you sprained it.” He circled around and sat down on the gurney next to her. “If you like, I can tell everyone that you were fighting, oh, a rogue Genii squadron single handedly. Fighting them off tooth and nail with only a knife as a weapon.” He leaned over, kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose. “You’d be as a war goddess fighting them one by one and two by two.”
“War goddess, huh?” Laura chuckled. “That’s how I did it?”
Carson nodded. “I can spin a good tale when needed,” he replied. “Would you like me to?”
Laura paused, considering. It was wrong to lie. And spraining her ankle racing rolling office chairs down the Atlantean corridor wasn’t that embarrassing. “Yep,” she said. “But could you make it so that I got injured at the beginning and was still kicking ass and taking names even while injured?”
“Of course, love,” Carson laughed. “Anything for you.”
A Good Day 1 - Chair
A Good Day 2 - Table
A Good Day 3 - Couch
Title: A Good Day (2/5)
Pairing: Beckett/Cadman
Rating: G
Word Count: 343
fanfic100 #081 How? Table
Summary: "I can spin a good tale when needed," Carson replied. "Would you like me to?"
“Is this going to take much longer?” Laura asked, fidgeting on the exam table while Carson fiddled with the x-ray. “You said it was just a sprain!” she moaned.
Carson shook his head, trying his best to ignore the irritation in her voice. “Aye, and it is just a sprain. But I had to take the x-ray to make sure. Wouldn’t want it to be broken and we not notice.”
“But it’s not broken,” Laura reasoned. “Can’t we just go? It’s feeling better already.”
“Oh really?” Carson set down the x-ray and leaned against the end of the gurney, fixing her with a serious look. “Hop down from the table and prove it.” Laura hesitated, casting a wary glance at her ankle and then up to Carson. She held the stare for a moment before grinning sheepishly. “That’s what I thought,” Carson sighed. “It does nothing to your bloody marine pride to need to take a little rest.”
“I sprained my ankle in a rolly chair,” Laura sighed.
“Aye, you did,” Carson chuckled. “But you don’t have to go telling the lot around here how you sprained it.” He circled around and sat down on the gurney next to her. “If you like, I can tell everyone that you were fighting, oh, a rogue Genii squadron single handedly. Fighting them off tooth and nail with only a knife as a weapon.” He leaned over, kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose. “You’d be as a war goddess fighting them one by one and two by two.”
“War goddess, huh?” Laura chuckled. “That’s how I did it?”
Carson nodded. “I can spin a good tale when needed,” he replied. “Would you like me to?”
Laura paused, considering. It was wrong to lie. And spraining her ankle racing rolling office chairs down the Atlantean corridor wasn’t that embarrassing. “Yep,” she said. “But could you make it so that I got injured at the beginning and was still kicking ass and taking names even while injured?”
“Of course, love,” Carson laughed. “Anything for you.”
A Good Day 1 - Chair
A Good Day 2 - Table
A Good Day 3 - Couch