Fic, Art or Vidleesa_perrieAugust 27 2011, 12:22:45 UTC
Prompt: Running Characters Other Than Rodney: Any, all, none!! What I would like: I don't mind! What I wouldn't like: Horror, graphic torture/injury, character death Any other information: n/a
Running, part 1tinahSeptember 25 2011, 17:16:27 UTC
A/N: This is the first fic I've written in five years. Please excuse possible lack of quality!
Running had never been one of Rodney McKay's favourite activities. Whenever somebody from the medical department or one of those flyboys or jarheads told him of the numerous benefits of the exercise, sometimes with a pointed look at his soft midsection, he would huff and explain that he had more important things to do than forcing his body to move at unnatural speeds, wasting time and energy that were better used for thinking. In fact, as he had personally discovered on several occasions, running could actually be detrimental to one's health. Only this morning, on his way from his quarters to the labs, his head bent over a tablet with a complex calculation and completely disregarding his currently irrelevant surroundings, he had run into an annoyingly perky Colonel Sheppard on his customary morning run. Or rather, Sheppard had run into him. Literally and with great force. Really, the man should have been watching where he was going!
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Re: Running, part 1leesa_perrieSeptember 26 2011, 10:28:30 UTC
Love how Rodney thinks Sheppard should have been looking where he was going, not Rodney himself!! And the email - oh boy, wonder what Elizabeth will think of that!! :D
Running, part 2tinahSeptember 25 2011, 17:18:45 UTC
Of course the generator had to be the longest distance from the village of all the various things the team was asked to fix. Of course the heavy clouds would choose just the moment when he was the furthest from the village to release their liquid burden. Of course there would be no shelter whatsoever between the generator and the village. Soaking wet and miserable, Rodney was making his way along a winding dirt road to the village at top speed. Well, at his top speed. Which, he reluctantly admitted, was considerably less than that of the rest of his team. He would alternate running for a short while with slowing down to a walk when his chest started hurting and his throat got sore from his gasping breaths in the chill air. Cold rainwater was plastering his hair to his scalp, running down his neck, down his collar and chilling him to the bone. His wet trousers were clinging to his legs and chafing with every laborious step, and he was sure his feet were beginning to blister in his combat boots. As he made his way miserably through the
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Running, part 3tinahSeptember 25 2011, 17:22:52 UTC
"Hey, Rodney!" a voice called from the door, startling the scientist out of his self-pity. Like this morning, it was Sheppard. Rodney racked his brain, trying to remember if there was something else he was supposed to be doing today, but coming up empty. "I didn't see you in the mess hall", Sheppard said, a carefully almost-hidden look of concern on his face. "It's not like you to skip dinner... or any meal at all, actually!" Rodney gestured wearily at the torn up wrappers and the empty bottle. "Had dinner..." he mumbled, somewhat defensively. "That's not dinner!" Sheppard protested. "Dinner is when you sit down to a plate of real food... well, as real as it comes in this place..." he amended "with your friends..!" "Thank you for the very helpful definition, Mr Socialite," Rodney said, "but I'm quite happy here on my lonesome!" "Are you sure?" Sheppard asked. "Yes!" Rodney shot back with barely hidden irritation.
"Really sure?" Sheppard insisted, then brought out a large bag of marshmallows he had been hiding behind his back. Rodney
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Re: Running, part 3tinahSeptember 26 2011, 16:58:19 UTC
Thank you for the feedback! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Like I said in the a/n, it's the first fic I've written in over five years ( and first SGA fic ever ) so I have a lot to learn/re-learn. I was never a very productive writer, and real life stuff caused me to stop writing for years... it's pretty much like starting from scratch.
Sorry you're not feeling well, and hope it will be better soon!
Re: Running, part 3tinahOctober 3 2011, 17:19:38 UTC
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'd been on the verge of making myself write for... well, over a year actually, but what pushed me to actually do it was that I had this idea on how to "play" with the word "running": using the various definitions, plus starting and ending the ficlet with the word. It was something to build the story around and frame it with.
Characters Other Than Rodney: Any, all, none!!
What I would like: I don't mind!
What I wouldn't like: Horror, graphic torture/injury, character death
Any other information: n/a
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Running had never been one of Rodney McKay's favourite activities. Whenever somebody from the medical department or one of those flyboys or jarheads told him of the numerous benefits of the exercise, sometimes with a pointed look at his soft midsection, he would huff and explain that he had more important things to do than forcing his body to move at unnatural speeds, wasting time and energy that were better used for thinking. In fact, as he had personally discovered on several occasions, running could actually be detrimental to one's health. Only this morning, on his way from his quarters to the labs, his head bent over a tablet with a complex calculation and completely disregarding his currently irrelevant surroundings, he had run into an annoyingly perky Colonel Sheppard on his customary morning run. Or rather, Sheppard had run into him. Literally and with great force. Really, the man should have been watching where he was going! ( ... )
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On to the next part..
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Yay for the orange fleece!
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"I didn't see you in the mess hall", Sheppard said, a carefully almost-hidden look of concern on his face. "It's not like you to skip dinner... or any meal at all, actually!"
Rodney gestured wearily at the torn up wrappers and the empty bottle.
"Had dinner..." he mumbled, somewhat defensively.
"That's not dinner!" Sheppard protested. "Dinner is when you sit down to a plate of real food... well, as real as it comes in this place..." he amended "with your friends..!"
"Thank you for the very helpful definition, Mr Socialite," Rodney said, "but I'm quite happy here on my lonesome!"
"Are you sure?" Sheppard asked.
"Yes!" Rodney shot back with barely hidden irritation.
"Really sure?" Sheppard insisted, then brought out a large bag of marshmallows he had been hiding behind his back. Rodney ( ... )
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Thank you, I really enjoyed this!! :D
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Sorry you're not feeling well, and hope it will be better soon!
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I loved how you used the theme of "running" throughout the fic, and I enjoyed the wonderful team moment at the end. :)
Great work! :)
-Laughter
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