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Happy Fourth of July, all you July 4th-celebrating folks. I hope everyone is having a great holiday! (Also belated Happy Canada Day because I forgot to post. Oops.)
In other news, r_becca is evil. Eeeevil. And mean. I asked her for SGA kitten!fic and she refused me, because she is mean and evil and all those nasty things, cruelly forcing me to write some myself. So here is about 400 words worth of (unfinished) kitten fic, which I had to write myself because r_becca is a big ol' meanie.
Elizabeth was standing on the bridge outside her office as the gate activated and Major Lorne's IDC came through. She counted as each member of his team appeared through the shimmering water of the gate, her lips compressing unhappily as the fourth and last-Lieutenant Sims-walked through and Lorne waved at Chuck to shut the gate down. He looked up to meet her eyes with an apologetic shrug.
SGA-1 was still missing.
"No luck, then," she said as she approached, trying to hide her disappointment. Sheppard's team had been gone for days, with no sign of where or why. They'd just missed check-in after check-in, and no matter how many search teams went out to the planet where they'd gone missing, all the teams found was an empty jumper and an equally empty Ancient ruin.
"Not exactly, ma'am," Lorne began, polite as always, and Elizabeth realized that he had a hand cupped protectively over his chest. And beneath his hand, his jacket was...squirming. Lorne noticed her gaze and pulled his zipper down, releasing the occupant.
It was a kitten. A tiny, black-furred kitten with huge green eyes, who greeted her with a little "mew" and waved a paw at her. It hooked claws into the front of Lorne's jacket and climbed industriously up to his shoulder, perching there with a satisfied meep. One of the gate techs on the second level stifled a laugh.
Elizabeth took in the indecipherable expression on Lorne's face, the kitten's hair and eyes, the small tuft of fur on its head that seemed to stick straight up, like a cowlick.
"Please," she said, "please tell me that's not Colonel Sheppard."
Lorne looked even more apologetic. "I'm afraid so, ma'am. At first we thought not, but then, well," he waved a hand at the rest of his team, who all began undoing their own jackets and producing three other kittens - a stocky tabby, a dainty tortoiseshell, and a long-haired kitten who was almost the size of a full-grown cat who growled at the room from the arms of Lt. Sims. (It would have been more threatening if his growl had been deeper and less...kitten-like.)
"And you're telling me those are-"
"Doctor McKay, ma'am," Lorne said, and Lt. Arnette hefted the tabby, who made an annoyed noise, hanging from her arms like a tiny sack of potatoes. "And Teyla," - indicating the tortoiseshell - "and Ronon," who was the long-haired kitten. Of course.
Not for the first time in the Pegasus Galaxy, Elizabeth found herself at a loss for words.
~*~
To the second part
(I may or may not have spent at least part of my afternoon searching for the perfect kittens to represent SGA-1. *coughs* Icon is Lorne's apologetic "My commander is a kitten" face.)
In other news, r_becca is evil. Eeeevil. And mean. I asked her for SGA kitten!fic and she refused me, because she is mean and evil and all those nasty things, cruelly forcing me to write some myself. So here is about 400 words worth of (unfinished) kitten fic, which I had to write myself because r_becca is a big ol' meanie.
Elizabeth was standing on the bridge outside her office as the gate activated and Major Lorne's IDC came through. She counted as each member of his team appeared through the shimmering water of the gate, her lips compressing unhappily as the fourth and last-Lieutenant Sims-walked through and Lorne waved at Chuck to shut the gate down. He looked up to meet her eyes with an apologetic shrug.
SGA-1 was still missing.
"No luck, then," she said as she approached, trying to hide her disappointment. Sheppard's team had been gone for days, with no sign of where or why. They'd just missed check-in after check-in, and no matter how many search teams went out to the planet where they'd gone missing, all the teams found was an empty jumper and an equally empty Ancient ruin.
"Not exactly, ma'am," Lorne began, polite as always, and Elizabeth realized that he had a hand cupped protectively over his chest. And beneath his hand, his jacket was...squirming. Lorne noticed her gaze and pulled his zipper down, releasing the occupant.
It was a kitten. A tiny, black-furred kitten with huge green eyes, who greeted her with a little "mew" and waved a paw at her. It hooked claws into the front of Lorne's jacket and climbed industriously up to his shoulder, perching there with a satisfied meep. One of the gate techs on the second level stifled a laugh.
Elizabeth took in the indecipherable expression on Lorne's face, the kitten's hair and eyes, the small tuft of fur on its head that seemed to stick straight up, like a cowlick.
"Please," she said, "please tell me that's not Colonel Sheppard."
Lorne looked even more apologetic. "I'm afraid so, ma'am. At first we thought not, but then, well," he waved a hand at the rest of his team, who all began undoing their own jackets and producing three other kittens - a stocky tabby, a dainty tortoiseshell, and a long-haired kitten who was almost the size of a full-grown cat who growled at the room from the arms of Lt. Sims. (It would have been more threatening if his growl had been deeper and less...kitten-like.)
"And you're telling me those are-"
"Doctor McKay, ma'am," Lorne said, and Lt. Arnette hefted the tabby, who made an annoyed noise, hanging from her arms like a tiny sack of potatoes. "And Teyla," - indicating the tortoiseshell - "and Ronon," who was the long-haired kitten. Of course.
Not for the first time in the Pegasus Galaxy, Elizabeth found herself at a loss for words.
~*~
To the second part
(I may or may not have spent at least part of my afternoon searching for the perfect kittens to represent SGA-1. *coughs* Icon is Lorne's apologetic "My commander is a kitten" face.)