Save Me From Biz Ass!

[smittywing]

I...can't even get into proper whining for Biz Ass. So let's play a game. You comment with a ficlet to keep me awake and sane, and later, I will respond to your ficlet with a ficlet from the same fandom/pairing. (Probably.)

This is really just an excuse to use my lovely new Katie Brown icon that ubiquitous_girl made several months ago. Isn't she pretty?

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[jarodrussell]

(This was spawned from the plotting between a friend and mine. Short story: future!John comes back from an alternate time line where Rodney died

[omglawdork]

mrmjdesq: Dear God. Is Kavanagh talking AGAIN?
mrmjdesq: What a gunner.
mrmjdesq: It's not as if he ever has actual RELEVANT questions to ask, either. His ability to miss the point entirely is really quite spectacular. Do you think he was an English Lit major?
mrmjdesq: Hello? I know you're here, I can see you typing.
jsheppard22: yeah, i'm taking notes. ring a bell?
mrmjdesq: Oh, come on. You know I'm recording the whole class, you can just listen to it later.
mrmjdesq: Oh, very mature. Don't think I didn't see that eyeroll.
jsheppard22: rodney, seriously. paying attention here.
mrmjdesq: So why are you even logged in?
jsheppard22: some of us actually talk about class during class, believe it or not
mrmjdesq: Fine.
mrmjdesq: Seriously, I'm going to have to listen to Kavanagh's stupid questions for half an hour tonight while I'm working on my outline. I should just move back our syllabus an entire day every time he opens his mouth.
jsheppard22: true. now shut up. we still on for the county fair this weekend?
mrmjdesq: Fine, but

[vampishzeus]

Oh my god. As a fellow law student I can totally sympathise with every word. From the "oh my god, he raised his hand AGAIN!" to the "I'd love to, but it's Friday night and I have to outline." God damn Kavanagh.

katie brown, rock star

[siegeofangels]

Katie woke up, her head spinning from the dream. It shouldn't have surprised her--she usually had weird dreams while she was on tour; the adrenaline and the lack of sleep and the soaring feeling she'd get when it was just her and her guitar and a three-legged stool on stage in front of thousands.

Ooh, that was a good one. Three-legged stool, she thought. She reached for her notebook to write it down, and almost dropped it like the pages were burning. On the paper was written Find Rodney McKay. The same man from her dream.

She flipped open her phone and hit the speed-dial.

"James," she said, "I need you to find Rodney McKay."

There was a pause. "I have no idea," she said, and almost hung up, but there was something. "James? Could you bring me a Perrier and one of those salads? The ones with the slivered almonds? Thanks."

And then she did hang up, and lay back in bed, and stared at the ceiling. Rodney McKay. She wondered who he was.

Re: katie brown, rock star

[omglawdork]

OMG AWESOME! What a cool way to just run with the offhand "makes Katie Brown look like a rock star" comment. I would love to find out that sweet KB has such cool, interesting layers to her.

Re: katie brown, rock star

[siegeofangels]

Thank you! in my head she's this Jewel kind of singer, this tiny woman with big eyes who sings sweet wistful songs that people dance to at their weddings. And she's only ever on the cover of magazines for charity work and not because of a scandal.

[annon_of_rhi]

Rodney looked up from his laptop at the sound of someone at his door, and stared in surprise at John - but he was quite a sight to see.

His uniform was covered in a grass stains, he had an angry-looking graze over his right eyebrow, his left arm was in a brace, and - most alarmingly - his hair was flat, plastered to his head with mud and muck.

Rodney leaned back in his chair, and met John's Why-did-you-let-me-do-this? look, a smirk gracing his features.

"What? Don't look at me - you're the one who wanted to teach Ronon football."