ficlets: from my prompts. SG-1, Doctor Who, Earth 2...
Jon Skellington. Write me 100 words involving the 10th Doctor and a moray eel. :)
"They're beautiful, you know."
Rose wasn't listening to him, because that meant paying attention to the thing he was stroking gently.
The Doctor took her not-listening in stride, fingers dancing carefully along the back of the eel. "Aren't you just precious? Evolution gave you such a head-start." He grinned goofily as the eel wriggled in seeming agreement. It was also possible the eel simply wanted this strange creature to stop touching it, but the Doctor wasn't going to entertain that notion.
"Could learn a lot from a moray, y'know," the Doctor didn't bother enumerating, as that would take far too long. Instead, he puckered his lips and made what, to Rose, sounded suspiciously like kissy noises.
Only they couldn't be. No grown man would make kissy noises at a fish.
Would he?
"Who's the evolutionarily superior creature?" The Doctor asked in a syrupy tone, still stroking the eel.
He would.
Jara. Something with Cameron omg! (Preferably with Sam or/and Vala)
"You could at least have let me drive."
Cameron looked up from the paperwork he'd ended up bringing with him to find Vala gesturing with her straw. There was pink, on the end, threatening to drip anywhere at any moment, "We've had this conversation," he informed her, prudently removing the paperwork from her reach.
"I know, I think we should have it again." She smiled brightly, "Daniel always lets me drive."
"Jackson is certifiable."
"Well, he does have a bit of a sociopathological complex, sometimes, but he's not that bad." She put the straw down, and folded her arms on the table, leaning over them as her facial expression turned serious, "I think he needs a little bit of a vacation."
"Right. While the Ori--"
Vala smacked a hand on the table and slumped backwards in the booth, "Oh, you had to go and throw that in my face, didn't you?! As if I'm not upset enough as it is that my flesh and blood is out there--"
"I wasn't throwing it in your face."
"You were." She crossed her arms and sulked.
Cameron sighed, "Eat your shake."
"It's strawberry."
"So?"
"I've decided I don't like strawberry."
"Fine." Cameron began packing the paperwork into his case.
"What are you doing?"
"Packing to go back."
"But, we're free! Why would you want to go back?"
"Well, you're done and I'm done, and Sam needs these reports back." Cameron didn't mention that he wanted to make sure Sam had eaten.
"Oh."
It wasn't until they were in the car that Vala spoke again, "Does Colonel Carter always have to work so hard?"
"What d'you mean?"
"Staying on base all hours--you know, I don't think she even gets very much sleep. Sometimes, I'll be up, bored, and I'll find her just standing in a hallway looking lost."
Cameron had to admit he hadn't realized Sam was pulling all-nighters. "Every night?"
"Well, not every night. I don't always go for a walk when I'm bored."
Making a turn, Cameron tried to decide what Vala's motive was for bringing this up. He shot her a glance at the next stop sign. "And why do you care?"
"I care because she's one of the few intelligent people here, and without her, we might not be able to stop the Ori--not that we are able to now, of course."
"You know, the SGC tries to keep Sam from working overtime--it's never really worked. Even when Doc Frasier exiled her for medical exhaustion. So, what's your suggestion?"
"Sex."
Cameron was really glad they were at a stop light. "Sex? That's your answer?"
"Yes. If Colonel Carter had a lover, she'd be less likely to become absorbed in her work."
Dodging three cars, Cameron wondered why he was so interested in this conversation. "Who would you suggest?" Because, really, he did want to know.
"Well, I'd considered Teal'c, but there's a jaffa warrior he's currently rather heavily involved with. Daniel is, well, he's Daniel, and that wouldn't work as he wouldn't be enough of a distraction." Vala huffed a bit, then glanced at him, "And then I thought of you, but you seem to just think of her as a friend. And Landry's too old."
Trying to decide whether to be flattered or not, Cameron took the last turn into the mountain, "So that leaves...Bra'tac?"
"Someone we haven't yet met," Vala replied with a sort of triumph.
Cameron parked the car and got out, snagging his case of documents. "Someone we haven't met?"
"Precisely. I think, as long as we watch, we'll find somebody within the next couple of missions who will fit the bill."
"And then?"
"Then Colonel Carter won't work quite so hard."
Mitchell waved his pass at the guard and headed for the elevator, "So, what you're saying is, while we're trying to find the ultimate weapon to stop the Ori we should also be scoping out local men--"
"And women."
That gave him pause, but he continued as the elevator doors closed. "--and women, so that Sam can get laid."
"Precisely. Isn't it a brilliant plan?"
"Well," he muttered as the elevator deposited them on the same level as Sam's lab, "It's a brilliant something all right."
GreyCoupon (who had four... I did two)
Something with Nine and Jack?
"That's not how you do that!"
Jack looked up from his notes, and blinked at the Doctor. "It's not? But, I've been reading this manual, and that's what it says for this--"
"The manual is wrong. Always has been." With an emphatic nod, the Doctor grabbed Jack's notes and began paging through them, "No, no, no, yes--but only in emergencies, no, no--"
"Can I have my notes back?"
In a lightning-mood-change, the kind that sometimes disturbed Jack, the Doctor flashed him a grin. "Okay. Just don't try anything I wouldn't."
Jack caught the notepad, and watched as the Doctor bounded off across the room. "I wouldn't," he muttered.
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Earth 2 fic for nostalgia sake *still sniffling a bit*
"You punched me."
John Danziger looked up from the trans-rover he was working on and blinked at Alonzo. "Yeah."
"You punched me."
"I had to, you were being annoying." Really, that should have been the end of it.
But Alonzo seemed to think there was some great significance in it. "You punched me." He repeated.
"Yeah," John straightened and eyed him, "And if you don't shut up about it, I'm gonna do it again." He tossed the rag expertly into the toolbox and closed the panel.
Honestly, the planet was screwed up enough without the people on it adding to the problem.
"I just find it interesting."
"Find whatever the hell you want interesting. Just go do it elsewhere." John climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, listening. The slight catch he'd been hearing was gone. That was good.
Turning it off, he discovered Alonzo was still standing there. That was not good.
"You hated her when you first got here."
"What?" John tried to decide if leaving now would be an option.
He decided it was and bent over to close the toolbox.
"Devon."
Adair. He was not discussing Adair with anyone (least of all himself). With a non-committal grunt, he straightened, toolbox in hand and headed for the dome.
Unfortunately, Alonzo followed him. "Julia has a theory, you know."
"Doc has a theory 'bout a lot of things."
Alonzo held the door for him. "She does," there was a quiet pride in his voice. Then it was gone as he continued, "Julia thinks we're going to have to settle down soon, pair up, start propogating the species. Even if we make it to New Pacifica, we're going to need the emotional support that bonded coupling brings."
"Look," John began, "It's great that you're happy as part of a coupling. Me, I'm good alone. 'Sides," he smiled, "I got True."
"We'll need to make babies eventually."
"Who what?" Adair had wandered into the room and now she blinked at Alonzo. Her question was directed at John. "Do I want to know?"
"Nope." He headed for the table and left his tools on the edge.
"Then I won't ask. Alonzo, Yale was looking for you."
"Oh. thanks, Devon." With one last look at John, Alonzo left the building.
"So." She dropped into a chair and tilted her head at him. "Anything I should know about?"
"Think Alonzo's gettin' nesting ideas. Wants kids."
She seemed to think about that, then shook her head, "You were right, I didn't want to know. The idea of that... irresponsible man with kids..."
"He's not that irresponsible."
"Not anymore. You're right. He's come a long way from the hotshot pilot who just wanted his money and the next job."
"We all have," he pointed out, absently pouring them both coffee from the pot someone had made earlier.
She took the mug and breathed in the steam. "Thanks."
John dropped into a chair of his own, and leaned back. he didn't spill a single drop of his coffee--which would be akin to skinning his own daughter, really. Coffee was an important and precious commodity. And they were almost out. "Any news?"
"Nothing. Yale's tried a couple of new frequencies, but he's not getting anywhere."
Yale had theorized that he might be able to reach the dish in New Pacifica. They knew it was there, somewhere. And if he could reach it, he could warn the colonists still on their way that things had gone a little... wrong. Not that it would do them much good, but at least someone would know what had happened to them.
Ever the pessimist, John shrugged, "Not surprised. It's still too far away."
"Yes." She sighed, "And with us stuck here until the cold lessens, I don't want to think about how long it will still take us to get there."
"Or even if we will."
Now he was being really depressing.
She was silent a moment, then she met his gaze, "We're going to make it, John. We have to."
Letting it drop, he changed the topic, "Trans-rover's working again."
"It wasn't working?"
"Nah, there was a coupling loose."
"Well, good. Thank you," she smiled. "It's good to have you around."
"You only need me for my mechanical skills."
"And your charming personality."
Now she was definitely mocking him. Danziger shook his head, and stood, "I've got to check on True."
"Give her my best." Adair was still smiling.
John headed for the door, giving her a half-wave. Yeah. He'd do that.
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"They're beautiful, you know."
Rose wasn't listening to him, because that meant paying attention to the thing he was stroking gently.
The Doctor took her not-listening in stride, fingers dancing carefully along the back of the eel. "Aren't you just precious? Evolution gave you such a head-start." He grinned goofily as the eel wriggled in seeming agreement. It was also possible the eel simply wanted this strange creature to stop touching it, but the Doctor wasn't going to entertain that notion.
"Could learn a lot from a moray, y'know," the Doctor didn't bother enumerating, as that would take far too long. Instead, he puckered his lips and made what, to Rose, sounded suspiciously like kissy noises.
Only they couldn't be. No grown man would make kissy noises at a fish.
Would he?
"Who's the evolutionarily superior creature?" The Doctor asked in a syrupy tone, still stroking the eel.
He would.
Jara. Something with Cameron omg! (Preferably with Sam or/and Vala)
"You could at least have let me drive."
Cameron looked up from the paperwork he'd ended up bringing with him to find Vala gesturing with her straw. There was pink, on the end, threatening to drip anywhere at any moment, "We've had this conversation," he informed her, prudently removing the paperwork from her reach.
"I know, I think we should have it again." She smiled brightly, "Daniel always lets me drive."
"Jackson is certifiable."
"Well, he does have a bit of a sociopathological complex, sometimes, but he's not that bad." She put the straw down, and folded her arms on the table, leaning over them as her facial expression turned serious, "I think he needs a little bit of a vacation."
"Right. While the Ori--"
Vala smacked a hand on the table and slumped backwards in the booth, "Oh, you had to go and throw that in my face, didn't you?! As if I'm not upset enough as it is that my flesh and blood is out there--"
"I wasn't throwing it in your face."
"You were." She crossed her arms and sulked.
Cameron sighed, "Eat your shake."
"It's strawberry."
"So?"
"I've decided I don't like strawberry."
"Fine." Cameron began packing the paperwork into his case.
"What are you doing?"
"Packing to go back."
"But, we're free! Why would you want to go back?"
"Well, you're done and I'm done, and Sam needs these reports back." Cameron didn't mention that he wanted to make sure Sam had eaten.
"Oh."
It wasn't until they were in the car that Vala spoke again, "Does Colonel Carter always have to work so hard?"
"What d'you mean?"
"Staying on base all hours--you know, I don't think she even gets very much sleep. Sometimes, I'll be up, bored, and I'll find her just standing in a hallway looking lost."
Cameron had to admit he hadn't realized Sam was pulling all-nighters. "Every night?"
"Well, not every night. I don't always go for a walk when I'm bored."
Making a turn, Cameron tried to decide what Vala's motive was for bringing this up. He shot her a glance at the next stop sign. "And why do you care?"
"I care because she's one of the few intelligent people here, and without her, we might not be able to stop the Ori--not that we are able to now, of course."
"You know, the SGC tries to keep Sam from working overtime--it's never really worked. Even when Doc Frasier exiled her for medical exhaustion. So, what's your suggestion?"
"Sex."
Cameron was really glad they were at a stop light. "Sex? That's your answer?"
"Yes. If Colonel Carter had a lover, she'd be less likely to become absorbed in her work."
Dodging three cars, Cameron wondered why he was so interested in this conversation. "Who would you suggest?" Because, really, he did want to know.
"Well, I'd considered Teal'c, but there's a jaffa warrior he's currently rather heavily involved with. Daniel is, well, he's Daniel, and that wouldn't work as he wouldn't be enough of a distraction." Vala huffed a bit, then glanced at him, "And then I thought of you, but you seem to just think of her as a friend. And Landry's too old."
Trying to decide whether to be flattered or not, Cameron took the last turn into the mountain, "So that leaves...Bra'tac?"
"Someone we haven't yet met," Vala replied with a sort of triumph.
Cameron parked the car and got out, snagging his case of documents. "Someone we haven't met?"
"Precisely. I think, as long as we watch, we'll find somebody within the next couple of missions who will fit the bill."
"And then?"
"Then Colonel Carter won't work quite so hard."
Mitchell waved his pass at the guard and headed for the elevator, "So, what you're saying is, while we're trying to find the ultimate weapon to stop the Ori we should also be scoping out local men--"
"And women."
That gave him pause, but he continued as the elevator doors closed. "--and women, so that Sam can get laid."
"Precisely. Isn't it a brilliant plan?"
"Well," he muttered as the elevator deposited them on the same level as Sam's lab, "It's a brilliant something all right."
GreyCoupon (who had four... I did two)
Something with Nine and Jack?
"That's not how you do that!"
Jack looked up from his notes, and blinked at the Doctor. "It's not? But, I've been reading this manual, and that's what it says for this--"
"The manual is wrong. Always has been." With an emphatic nod, the Doctor grabbed Jack's notes and began paging through them, "No, no, no, yes--but only in emergencies, no, no--"
"Can I have my notes back?"
In a lightning-mood-change, the kind that sometimes disturbed Jack, the Doctor flashed him a grin. "Okay. Just don't try anything I wouldn't."
Jack caught the notepad, and watched as the Doctor bounded off across the room. "I wouldn't," he muttered.
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Earth 2 fic for nostalgia sake *still sniffling a bit*
"You punched me."
John Danziger looked up from the trans-rover he was working on and blinked at Alonzo. "Yeah."
"You punched me."
"I had to, you were being annoying." Really, that should have been the end of it.
But Alonzo seemed to think there was some great significance in it. "You punched me." He repeated.
"Yeah," John straightened and eyed him, "And if you don't shut up about it, I'm gonna do it again." He tossed the rag expertly into the toolbox and closed the panel.
Honestly, the planet was screwed up enough without the people on it adding to the problem.
"I just find it interesting."
"Find whatever the hell you want interesting. Just go do it elsewhere." John climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, listening. The slight catch he'd been hearing was gone. That was good.
Turning it off, he discovered Alonzo was still standing there. That was not good.
"You hated her when you first got here."
"What?" John tried to decide if leaving now would be an option.
He decided it was and bent over to close the toolbox.
"Devon."
Adair. He was not discussing Adair with anyone (least of all himself). With a non-committal grunt, he straightened, toolbox in hand and headed for the dome.
Unfortunately, Alonzo followed him. "Julia has a theory, you know."
"Doc has a theory 'bout a lot of things."
Alonzo held the door for him. "She does," there was a quiet pride in his voice. Then it was gone as he continued, "Julia thinks we're going to have to settle down soon, pair up, start propogating the species. Even if we make it to New Pacifica, we're going to need the emotional support that bonded coupling brings."
"Look," John began, "It's great that you're happy as part of a coupling. Me, I'm good alone. 'Sides," he smiled, "I got True."
"We'll need to make babies eventually."
"Who what?" Adair had wandered into the room and now she blinked at Alonzo. Her question was directed at John. "Do I want to know?"
"Nope." He headed for the table and left his tools on the edge.
"Then I won't ask. Alonzo, Yale was looking for you."
"Oh. thanks, Devon." With one last look at John, Alonzo left the building.
"So." She dropped into a chair and tilted her head at him. "Anything I should know about?"
"Think Alonzo's gettin' nesting ideas. Wants kids."
She seemed to think about that, then shook her head, "You were right, I didn't want to know. The idea of that... irresponsible man with kids..."
"He's not that irresponsible."
"Not anymore. You're right. He's come a long way from the hotshot pilot who just wanted his money and the next job."
"We all have," he pointed out, absently pouring them both coffee from the pot someone had made earlier.
She took the mug and breathed in the steam. "Thanks."
John dropped into a chair of his own, and leaned back. he didn't spill a single drop of his coffee--which would be akin to skinning his own daughter, really. Coffee was an important and precious commodity. And they were almost out. "Any news?"
"Nothing. Yale's tried a couple of new frequencies, but he's not getting anywhere."
Yale had theorized that he might be able to reach the dish in New Pacifica. They knew it was there, somewhere. And if he could reach it, he could warn the colonists still on their way that things had gone a little... wrong. Not that it would do them much good, but at least someone would know what had happened to them.
Ever the pessimist, John shrugged, "Not surprised. It's still too far away."
"Yes." She sighed, "And with us stuck here until the cold lessens, I don't want to think about how long it will still take us to get there."
"Or even if we will."
Now he was being really depressing.
She was silent a moment, then she met his gaze, "We're going to make it, John. We have to."
Letting it drop, he changed the topic, "Trans-rover's working again."
"It wasn't working?"
"Nah, there was a coupling loose."
"Well, good. Thank you," she smiled. "It's good to have you around."
"You only need me for my mechanical skills."
"And your charming personality."
Now she was definitely mocking him. Danziger shook his head, and stood, "I've got to check on True."
"Give her my best." Adair was still smiling.
John headed for the door, giving her a half-wave. Yeah. He'd do that.
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