Fic: Crazy Hazy Hue
Title: Crazy Hazy Hue
Fandom: Stargate
Rating: T (language warning, guys. No, seriously.)
Genres: het
Recipient: sgteam14283
Prompt: Stargate, Joe Simmons/Kassandra Wilson, best/worst day of their lives
Summary: His mother will kill him. She’ll tell him that’s not how she raised him and then she’ll kill him.
A/N: Holiday Fic Request Meme. Alright, alright. I'm working on it. Really. I told my Google calendar to remind me next Friday that I wanted to have all stories done by that time. Let's see if I can hold myself to that. And look, Holiday Fic Request Meme 2012!
Crazy Hazy Hue
“Hey, it's 'cause of you
The world is in a crazy hazy hue...
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum.”
Emilia Torrini, “Jungle Drum”
His mother will kill him. She’ll tell him that’s not how she raised him and then she’ll kill him. If it turns out he did knock up Kassandra, after all. Right now, there’s every reason to hope he didn’t. It would throw a spanner the size of a jumper in his plans… their plans and there’d be nothing good about having to take responsibility for a kid now. Because, you know, if he knocked up Kassandra, he knocked her up on their first date. The night after. Whatever.
God, he really, really hopes he didn’t knock her up. There’s no way he could ever talk to anyone in Atlantis and probably the entire Air Force again. Bitching about his boss and that female Marine officer and then knocking up his date? Nothing screams hypocrisy like that. She’s not even his fucking girlfriend and after that, she’ll probably never be. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
What, in the fucking Lord’s fucking name had he been thinking?
Nothing probably, a little voice in his head says that sounds suspiciously like his father’s.
And probably not with his head either, another voice sounding like one of his sisters adds. Julia. The one who seems to constantly smirk at the world in general and him in particular.
Oh, holy fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not on their first date. Actually, right now, not at all. And it’s all his fucking fault. Of course he had to invite her to a moonlight picnic on the damn West Pier and of course he messed up the weather forecast and of course they both got soaking wet. He should have known. It was bound to happen. Joseph Eugene Simmons goes on a date and everything, really everything goes wrong.
Right from the moment he asked her out, everything went wrong. After she’d made it known publicly what she thought - rather felt - about him, she’d kind of cornered him and he’d stammered something that probably sounded like “Datewitheme?” because he also swallowed half the sentence. It was kind of a miracle that she actually said yes and he’d kind of hoped that was the only thing that would go wrong on the date.
His hope had been in vain. The wine had been too warm, the cheese was half melted and there was that annoying bird that wouldn’t let them have their dinner in peace. Oh well, at least the beast had been kinda like the falcons at the Academy so he could use his falconry skills to convince it to leave them alone but the rest… Argh.
Fucking rain that pounded the pier and why the hell did he think it was a good idea to take her to her quarters and then enter her quarters but she’d been soaking wet and kind of shivering and his momma told him to be nice to girls and make sure they didn’t catch a cold. So he’d walked her to her quarters and made sure she’d get warm and dry fast and well… obviously, she’d been raised to be nice to boys and make sure they didn’t catch a cold and wanted to make sure he was warm and dry and yeah. One thing led to another. And now he’s waiting for her to come back from the infirmary and tell him if Fate let them off the hook or his life is ruined. And hers. Oh God, hers.
His mother won't even get to kill him if she comes back with a positive test because Kassandra will have done that first. She’ll kill him because she’s one of the best junior IT technicians in the city and because she’d planned to stay here at least two or even three years, maybe start a PhD, work on some real challenges. It’ll all be over if she has to go home. Go home because of him. Because the wine had been warm but not exactly alcohol free and because he’s an idiot and forgot about protection. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The worst thing is that she’d be right to do it and oh God, it’s not that he doesn’t like her or that he doesn’t see potential with her or anything. It’s just that they’re so young and that he’s just not ready for that kind of responsibility and that he’s totally not ready for the fact that he might have fucked up someone’s life three ways from Sunday. This is just… it’s…
“Joe?” Oh. Damn. Ahem.
He straightens up and tries to look relaxed. Not like he just spent kind of a couple of hours pacing and tearing out his hair. He can do that. “Uh, yeah?” Wow, that was eloquent…
“So, uh…” Does she have to drag it out? “About this being overdue thing…” Oh come on. “Apparently, this planet and uh, this galaxy, they have a different rhythm and…” He swears he’s going to… to… do something rash and impolite if she doesn’t… “and apparently, that also has some effects on the human, err cycle and uh, to make a long story short… I’m not pregnant. Congratulations.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh no, he’s too young for this, his whole life is ruined, he… “I just said I’m not pregnant, Joe.”
He blinks. Wait. She said she’s not pregnant. Oh. Hey. Not pregnant. That’s… “That’s… good. Yeah. Very… good.”
Why… is she looking at him like she’s reconsidering the level of his intelligence? “Wow. The level of your eloquence has reached new heights, Lieutenant McSmartypants.”
Uh… “Excuse me?”
It’s not funny. They just were let off the hook. This could easily have been the worst day of their lives and now it’s maybe the best - so far, anyway - and she’s… she’s mocking him. “Oh don’t look at me like that, Joe. You have to admit that your reaction was a little… dry.”
And what’s so bad about that? “Pardon me, but what did you expect, huh?”
There’s snorting now and she’s… did she step closer? Uh, yeah, she did. A lot closer. “Oh, for example… at least some excitement, you know. Whooping maybe. Or… my favorite.” Very close now. That… that’s a bad… “Hugging me and kissing me and…”
“Kassandra! That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Hey! She wasn’t supposed to giggle about that!
And she wasn’t supposed to… seriously? Is that… “Don’t worry, I took care of that. Now… yours or mine?” Huh, what? “Quarters, Joe.” Oh, right.
“Uh…” Very eloquent, indeed. One could think he went to a backwater college in deep Mississippi, not the United States Air Force Academy.
“You don’t want to tell me that you’d like to continue this… conversation in a common room, do you?” Why shouldn’t they have a conversa… oh, wait. That little thing she just flashed at him before it disappeared in her pocket… Well.
He can’t help grinning. Mh. Maybe… maybe their first date won’t be their last after all. “Not at all. I prefer… privacy.” Unlike other officers but this is neither the time nor the place to think about something like that.
Because, you know, his statement got him the desired result. “So do I. Come on, let’s go. We’ve got something to celebrate.”
Celebrate. Yeah. Celebration is a very good idea. And… he has another good idea. “Hey, uh… how about a detour?” There’s an adorable little pout on her face and he just has to get up and give her a kiss on the corner of her mouth. And okay, on the other one, too. “To the kitchen. Maybe we’ll find something to make up for that wine we had three weeks ago.”
The pout is replaced by a grin that’s just a little bit wicked and that… does strange things to… a couple parts of his anatomy. Whoa. “What are you waiting for, then?”
Well, that’s his cue. He gives her another peck on the mouth and feels bold enough to grab her hand and drag her out of the common room. Finally he feels something bubbling up… relief, certainly, and anticipation, not just for tonight but for… he’s not sure. But that’s not important, anyway right now. Right now it’s important that she’s giggling and kissing him every few feet and it feels as if they’re doing something not quite legal but kind of exciting and… oh, okay, screw all that. Celebration. In his quarters. That’s important right now. Yeah.
Fandom: Stargate
Rating: T (language warning, guys. No, seriously.)
Genres: het
Recipient: sgteam14283
Prompt: Stargate, Joe Simmons/Kassandra Wilson, best/worst day of their lives
Summary: His mother will kill him. She’ll tell him that’s not how she raised him and then she’ll kill him.
A/N: Holiday Fic Request Meme. Alright, alright. I'm working on it. Really. I told my Google calendar to remind me next Friday that I wanted to have all stories done by that time. Let's see if I can hold myself to that. And look, Holiday Fic Request Meme 2012!
Crazy Hazy Hue
“Hey, it's 'cause of you
The world is in a crazy hazy hue...
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
My heart is beating like a jungle drum.”
Emilia Torrini, “Jungle Drum”
His mother will kill him. She’ll tell him that’s not how she raised him and then she’ll kill him. If it turns out he did knock up Kassandra, after all. Right now, there’s every reason to hope he didn’t. It would throw a spanner the size of a jumper in his plans… their plans and there’d be nothing good about having to take responsibility for a kid now. Because, you know, if he knocked up Kassandra, he knocked her up on their first date. The night after. Whatever.
God, he really, really hopes he didn’t knock her up. There’s no way he could ever talk to anyone in Atlantis and probably the entire Air Force again. Bitching about his boss and that female Marine officer and then knocking up his date? Nothing screams hypocrisy like that. She’s not even his fucking girlfriend and after that, she’ll probably never be. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
What, in the fucking Lord’s fucking name had he been thinking?
Nothing probably, a little voice in his head says that sounds suspiciously like his father’s.
And probably not with his head either, another voice sounding like one of his sisters adds. Julia. The one who seems to constantly smirk at the world in general and him in particular.
Oh, holy fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not on their first date. Actually, right now, not at all. And it’s all his fucking fault. Of course he had to invite her to a moonlight picnic on the damn West Pier and of course he messed up the weather forecast and of course they both got soaking wet. He should have known. It was bound to happen. Joseph Eugene Simmons goes on a date and everything, really everything goes wrong.
Right from the moment he asked her out, everything went wrong. After she’d made it known publicly what she thought - rather felt - about him, she’d kind of cornered him and he’d stammered something that probably sounded like “Datewitheme?” because he also swallowed half the sentence. It was kind of a miracle that she actually said yes and he’d kind of hoped that was the only thing that would go wrong on the date.
His hope had been in vain. The wine had been too warm, the cheese was half melted and there was that annoying bird that wouldn’t let them have their dinner in peace. Oh well, at least the beast had been kinda like the falcons at the Academy so he could use his falconry skills to convince it to leave them alone but the rest… Argh.
Fucking rain that pounded the pier and why the hell did he think it was a good idea to take her to her quarters and then enter her quarters but she’d been soaking wet and kind of shivering and his momma told him to be nice to girls and make sure they didn’t catch a cold. So he’d walked her to her quarters and made sure she’d get warm and dry fast and well… obviously, she’d been raised to be nice to boys and make sure they didn’t catch a cold and wanted to make sure he was warm and dry and yeah. One thing led to another. And now he’s waiting for her to come back from the infirmary and tell him if Fate let them off the hook or his life is ruined. And hers. Oh God, hers.
His mother won't even get to kill him if she comes back with a positive test because Kassandra will have done that first. She’ll kill him because she’s one of the best junior IT technicians in the city and because she’d planned to stay here at least two or even three years, maybe start a PhD, work on some real challenges. It’ll all be over if she has to go home. Go home because of him. Because the wine had been warm but not exactly alcohol free and because he’s an idiot and forgot about protection. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The worst thing is that she’d be right to do it and oh God, it’s not that he doesn’t like her or that he doesn’t see potential with her or anything. It’s just that they’re so young and that he’s just not ready for that kind of responsibility and that he’s totally not ready for the fact that he might have fucked up someone’s life three ways from Sunday. This is just… it’s…
“Joe?” Oh. Damn. Ahem.
He straightens up and tries to look relaxed. Not like he just spent kind of a couple of hours pacing and tearing out his hair. He can do that. “Uh, yeah?” Wow, that was eloquent…
“So, uh…” Does she have to drag it out? “About this being overdue thing…” Oh come on. “Apparently, this planet and uh, this galaxy, they have a different rhythm and…” He swears he’s going to… to… do something rash and impolite if she doesn’t… “and apparently, that also has some effects on the human, err cycle and uh, to make a long story short… I’m not pregnant. Congratulations.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh no, he’s too young for this, his whole life is ruined, he… “I just said I’m not pregnant, Joe.”
He blinks. Wait. She said she’s not pregnant. Oh. Hey. Not pregnant. That’s… “That’s… good. Yeah. Very… good.”
Why… is she looking at him like she’s reconsidering the level of his intelligence? “Wow. The level of your eloquence has reached new heights, Lieutenant McSmartypants.”
Uh… “Excuse me?”
It’s not funny. They just were let off the hook. This could easily have been the worst day of their lives and now it’s maybe the best - so far, anyway - and she’s… she’s mocking him. “Oh don’t look at me like that, Joe. You have to admit that your reaction was a little… dry.”
And what’s so bad about that? “Pardon me, but what did you expect, huh?”
There’s snorting now and she’s… did she step closer? Uh, yeah, she did. A lot closer. “Oh, for example… at least some excitement, you know. Whooping maybe. Or… my favorite.” Very close now. That… that’s a bad… “Hugging me and kissing me and…”
“Kassandra! That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Hey! She wasn’t supposed to giggle about that!
And she wasn’t supposed to… seriously? Is that… “Don’t worry, I took care of that. Now… yours or mine?” Huh, what? “Quarters, Joe.” Oh, right.
“Uh…” Very eloquent, indeed. One could think he went to a backwater college in deep Mississippi, not the United States Air Force Academy.
“You don’t want to tell me that you’d like to continue this… conversation in a common room, do you?” Why shouldn’t they have a conversa… oh, wait. That little thing she just flashed at him before it disappeared in her pocket… Well.
He can’t help grinning. Mh. Maybe… maybe their first date won’t be their last after all. “Not at all. I prefer… privacy.” Unlike other officers but this is neither the time nor the place to think about something like that.
Because, you know, his statement got him the desired result. “So do I. Come on, let’s go. We’ve got something to celebrate.”
Celebrate. Yeah. Celebration is a very good idea. And… he has another good idea. “Hey, uh… how about a detour?” There’s an adorable little pout on her face and he just has to get up and give her a kiss on the corner of her mouth. And okay, on the other one, too. “To the kitchen. Maybe we’ll find something to make up for that wine we had three weeks ago.”
The pout is replaced by a grin that’s just a little bit wicked and that… does strange things to… a couple parts of his anatomy. Whoa. “What are you waiting for, then?”
Well, that’s his cue. He gives her another peck on the mouth and feels bold enough to grab her hand and drag her out of the common room. Finally he feels something bubbling up… relief, certainly, and anticipation, not just for tonight but for… he’s not sure. But that’s not important, anyway right now. Right now it’s important that she’s giggling and kissing him every few feet and it feels as if they’re doing something not quite legal but kind of exciting and… oh, okay, screw all that. Celebration. In his quarters. That’s important right now. Yeah.