comment fic bits
Hey, I wrote some comment fic last night. Just thought I'd give them a proper post, so they have a home. They are all gen and kiddie safe.
For celtic_sky's prompt of The Muppet Babies theme song and Teyla.
"Umm, McKay? Could you make your way to section 7B? Now."
McKay scowled as his radio crackled to life.
"What is it Colonel? Can't it wait? I'm kind of busy here."
"Ah no. There's been a little accident and.. Look, just get your ass down here now McKay. Oh and bring Beckett."
Intrigued now, Rodney powered down his laptop and made ready to leave. "Alright then. I'm on my way."
McKay could have sworn he heard some muffled thuds in the background, followed by a yelp and Lorne's voice "She bit me!", before Sheppard's radio cut out.
As Carson and Rodney came to the appointed section, Sheppard met them in the corridor. "She's in there."
"Who is, Colonel? Is someone hurt?" Carson looked worried.
"You could say that. I sort of touched something and apparently it did something to Teyla. We tried to catch her, but she's damn fast." Sheppard rocked back on his toes looking awkward.
"We'll need more than that, Colonel," stated Carson.
"Ah, I think it's easier to show you." Sheppard opened the door a crack, peering into the room, before opening it further and indicating that the other men should follow.
Lorne stood in one corner of the room, watching a box of blankets. Something seemed to be moving around inside it.
"She's in there, Colonel." Lorne spoke quietly. Rodney, noticing the Major's finger was bleeding, didn't step too close.
Suddenly she popped out from the blankets, causing the men to jump backwards. Rodney gave a startled "gah!", while behind him Carson's stepped back with an exclamation of "bloody hell"
The small muppet grinned toothily up at the men. Her long stringy, woolen hair was falling across her face, her over-sized brown eyes narrowed dangerously as she raised two large pencils in her small hands and let loose a muppet war cry. The sound would have been scary, had it not sounded like Teyla's voice only after helium.
And then the small puppet-version of Teyla attacked the four men, and all hell broke loose.
For celtic_sky's prompt of Ronon and a dog.
"Come on in, Ronon. It's small, but it's better than sleeping at the SGC."
Elizabeth gestured for Ronon to enter the small apartment she now kept for the short periods of time she returned to Earth. The poor guy had been questioned all day by Woolsey and the other officials, but he'd never been phased once. He just sat back and answered all their petty questions with one and two word responses and an air of bored disdain. "They were really stupid questions," he'd told her on the drive home, and she'd had to admit he was completely right.
As Ronon stepped into the apartment though he froze, sniffing the air slightly.
"What's wrong, Ronon?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow to his back, looking slightly puzzled, as the big guy raised a hand in a gesture for silence. "Something's in here."
That was when Sedge came bounding in. The medium-sized mutt was barking with excitement. "Hey girl. Hey Sedge," she called, more than happy to see her pet. Simon must have dropped her around earlier as a surprise.
Ronon looked puzzled.
"It's okay, Ronon. This is a dog. Her name is Sedge."
"Good eating?" he asked.
"Noooo, this is my pet. You never had pets on Satedan?"
Ronon just shook his head, watching the dog as she jumped up on her owner, tail wagging madly.
"She won't hurt you Ronon. Sedge, this is Ronon." She turned the dog around and pointed to the man.
"She can understand you?"
"Well no, not exactly."
"Then why are you introducing us?"
"Well, she's my pet. Why don't you give her a pat and maybe you'll see what I mean."
Ronon looked doubtful, but he bent down to the dog anyway, patting her on the head. The dog happily licked at his face, jumping up on him and Ronon smiled. Soon the two of them were wresting on the floor and it was hard to tell which growl came from Ronon and which from Sedge, though the laughter was definitely Ronon.
With a small shake of her head and a large grin, Elizabeth left the two of them to play as she wandered into the kitchen to make some tea.
For rinkle's prompt of Elizabeth and a kite.
Elizabeth stood, waiting with childish excitement as she held the string in both hands. They were on the mainland and several of the Athosian children and even a few adults from the city and the mainland, had gathered around to watch the maiden flight.
When Elizabeth had explained the idea to John Sheppard and Radek Zelenka, late one night after a few too many glasses of Athosian wine, she had expected them to scoff at her and call her sentimental. They had lost so many friends suddenly and without a chance to take stock - without a moment to mourn their passing. They had lost so much over the past months to events which couldn't be changed.
But Radek and John had jumped at the 'project,' almost childlike in the way they discussed the possible design plans. Over the next few weeks she found them on several occasions, arguing gently over the most aerodynamic design and most appropriate geometry.
They'd left it to Elizabeth to decorate the finished product and to add the list of names. She'd thought long and hard, before choosing stars and oceans and the sky. All of the things that both of their homes shared and she painted a small Athosian flower next to each name. To guide them to happiness, Teyla had once said and Elizabeth had smiled at that.
Now, she watched as Radek and John each picked up a corner of their masterpiece and began to run, finally letting go as the wind caught and the string in Elizabeth's grasp pulled taut and began to unwind.
Groden, Markham, Smith, Walker and Stevens, Gall and Abrams... She knew every name from memory that she had written with care, and now they took flight. They floated gently and freely on the wind. Those she had failed.
The shiny surface, reflected the warm morning sun as she watched the kite spiral higher, her face open, laughing like a child. She could hear Radek and John whooping with joy at their success, hugging and bouncing and pumping the air with a fist.
And as the string suddenly jerked to it's end, unable to go any higher, she let go.
"Goodbye," she whispered. The kite was now blurry in her vision, as a single tear ran down her face, only to be followed by more.
A hand on her shoulder startled her for a moment, until she realised it belonged John. Radek stood with them also, and they silently watched as their friends floated peacefully into the sky.
These are totally unbetaed and were typed straight into the comment box, so if there are mistakes, that's why.
And now to get back to the ficathon prompts. :p
For celtic_sky's prompt of The Muppet Babies theme song and Teyla.
"Umm, McKay? Could you make your way to section 7B? Now."
McKay scowled as his radio crackled to life.
"What is it Colonel? Can't it wait? I'm kind of busy here."
"Ah no. There's been a little accident and.. Look, just get your ass down here now McKay. Oh and bring Beckett."
Intrigued now, Rodney powered down his laptop and made ready to leave. "Alright then. I'm on my way."
McKay could have sworn he heard some muffled thuds in the background, followed by a yelp and Lorne's voice "She bit me!", before Sheppard's radio cut out.
As Carson and Rodney came to the appointed section, Sheppard met them in the corridor. "She's in there."
"Who is, Colonel? Is someone hurt?" Carson looked worried.
"You could say that. I sort of touched something and apparently it did something to Teyla. We tried to catch her, but she's damn fast." Sheppard rocked back on his toes looking awkward.
"We'll need more than that, Colonel," stated Carson.
"Ah, I think it's easier to show you." Sheppard opened the door a crack, peering into the room, before opening it further and indicating that the other men should follow.
Lorne stood in one corner of the room, watching a box of blankets. Something seemed to be moving around inside it.
"She's in there, Colonel." Lorne spoke quietly. Rodney, noticing the Major's finger was bleeding, didn't step too close.
Suddenly she popped out from the blankets, causing the men to jump backwards. Rodney gave a startled "gah!", while behind him Carson's stepped back with an exclamation of "bloody hell"
The small muppet grinned toothily up at the men. Her long stringy, woolen hair was falling across her face, her over-sized brown eyes narrowed dangerously as she raised two large pencils in her small hands and let loose a muppet war cry. The sound would have been scary, had it not sounded like Teyla's voice only after helium.
And then the small puppet-version of Teyla attacked the four men, and all hell broke loose.
For celtic_sky's prompt of Ronon and a dog.
"Come on in, Ronon. It's small, but it's better than sleeping at the SGC."
Elizabeth gestured for Ronon to enter the small apartment she now kept for the short periods of time she returned to Earth. The poor guy had been questioned all day by Woolsey and the other officials, but he'd never been phased once. He just sat back and answered all their petty questions with one and two word responses and an air of bored disdain. "They were really stupid questions," he'd told her on the drive home, and she'd had to admit he was completely right.
As Ronon stepped into the apartment though he froze, sniffing the air slightly.
"What's wrong, Ronon?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow to his back, looking slightly puzzled, as the big guy raised a hand in a gesture for silence. "Something's in here."
That was when Sedge came bounding in. The medium-sized mutt was barking with excitement. "Hey girl. Hey Sedge," she called, more than happy to see her pet. Simon must have dropped her around earlier as a surprise.
Ronon looked puzzled.
"It's okay, Ronon. This is a dog. Her name is Sedge."
"Good eating?" he asked.
"Noooo, this is my pet. You never had pets on Satedan?"
Ronon just shook his head, watching the dog as she jumped up on her owner, tail wagging madly.
"She won't hurt you Ronon. Sedge, this is Ronon." She turned the dog around and pointed to the man.
"She can understand you?"
"Well no, not exactly."
"Then why are you introducing us?"
"Well, she's my pet. Why don't you give her a pat and maybe you'll see what I mean."
Ronon looked doubtful, but he bent down to the dog anyway, patting her on the head. The dog happily licked at his face, jumping up on him and Ronon smiled. Soon the two of them were wresting on the floor and it was hard to tell which growl came from Ronon and which from Sedge, though the laughter was definitely Ronon.
With a small shake of her head and a large grin, Elizabeth left the two of them to play as she wandered into the kitchen to make some tea.
For rinkle's prompt of Elizabeth and a kite.
Elizabeth stood, waiting with childish excitement as she held the string in both hands. They were on the mainland and several of the Athosian children and even a few adults from the city and the mainland, had gathered around to watch the maiden flight.
When Elizabeth had explained the idea to John Sheppard and Radek Zelenka, late one night after a few too many glasses of Athosian wine, she had expected them to scoff at her and call her sentimental. They had lost so many friends suddenly and without a chance to take stock - without a moment to mourn their passing. They had lost so much over the past months to events which couldn't be changed.
But Radek and John had jumped at the 'project,' almost childlike in the way they discussed the possible design plans. Over the next few weeks she found them on several occasions, arguing gently over the most aerodynamic design and most appropriate geometry.
They'd left it to Elizabeth to decorate the finished product and to add the list of names. She'd thought long and hard, before choosing stars and oceans and the sky. All of the things that both of their homes shared and she painted a small Athosian flower next to each name. To guide them to happiness, Teyla had once said and Elizabeth had smiled at that.
Now, she watched as Radek and John each picked up a corner of their masterpiece and began to run, finally letting go as the wind caught and the string in Elizabeth's grasp pulled taut and began to unwind.
Groden, Markham, Smith, Walker and Stevens, Gall and Abrams... She knew every name from memory that she had written with care, and now they took flight. They floated gently and freely on the wind. Those she had failed.
The shiny surface, reflected the warm morning sun as she watched the kite spiral higher, her face open, laughing like a child. She could hear Radek and John whooping with joy at their success, hugging and bouncing and pumping the air with a fist.
And as the string suddenly jerked to it's end, unable to go any higher, she let go.
"Goodbye," she whispered. The kite was now blurry in her vision, as a single tear ran down her face, only to be followed by more.
A hand on her shoulder startled her for a moment, until she realised it belonged John. Radek stood with them also, and they silently watched as their friends floated peacefully into the sky.
These are totally unbetaed and were typed straight into the comment box, so if there are mistakes, that's why.
And now to get back to the ficathon prompts. :p