June Drabbles per Request
As offered here. Seven fandoms. Ten drabbles. Enjoy.
Stargate: Atlantis
For Rivier, hands in pockets (McKay/Sheppard)
John always notices, even if he doesn't react: fabric pulled tight over a luscious ass.
But this time they're alone, and Rodney demands, "What?!" when he sees the quirked corner of John's mouth.
That almost deserves a full grin, but John manages stoicism. "They drill that out of us," John says, gesturing at Rodney's hips. "Well, they try to," John qualifies.
Rodney looks down, baffled. His head rises, pugnacious, ready to ask for clarification.
John places his forefinger over Rodney's lips, greatly daring even if the balcony is deserted.
"No hands in pockets," John whispers confidingly, then steals a kiss.
For le_mousquetaire, lost scene from Epiphany (McKay/Sheppard)
"No more MALPs-on-a-stick," Rodney decreed when they reached Sheppard's quarters.
Sheppard snorted. "Yeah." He rubbed at his face and thought of a real razor. A mirror. Water that didn't need to be boiled over a fire. God, he loved civilization.
Before he could make his way to the bathroom (the bathroom!), Sheppard was accosted by a limpet-like Rodney, who hugged with the same single-minded intensity he brought to solving scientific mysteries.
Sheppard stood, frozen for a second, then relaxed into the embrace.
"Don't do that again," Rodney said.
"I won't." Sheppard tucked his nose into Rodney's neck. "I missed you."
For Alyse, something to do with 'you are the loop' (Weir/Zelenka)
He made her smile, Elizabeth came to understand, and sought him out for more than scientific consultations while Rodney was away.
Radek would look at her, hair wild and eyes kind, and stress melted away from her spine.
They shared tea together in the mess hall, and she led their conversation away from the approaching Wraith to time spent in Europe. Radek had a way of relating anecdotes, vivid enough for her to picture and a welcome escape.
She tried to repay him with tales of Byzantine negotiations, the foibles of nations writ small by zany diplomats.
Happiness grew, slowly.
Stargate: Atlantis/Terminator
For Serialkarma, silicon, fog, viewscreen
Whisky gold hair draped over John's shoulder while he guided the puddlejumper forward on instrumentation. The viewscreen showed only thick, grey mist.
Her voice, rough and low, whispered, "That's it. Keep going."
John ignored his nerves in favor of the Glock barrel pressed to his temple.
"You don't have to do this, Ms. Connor," he tried again, and gasped when fingernails found his jugular.
"Don't tell me what I have to do," she snarled.
John dared a quick glance at her face, her eyes and mouth haloed with tension.
He recognized her desperation, even if he didn't know the cause.
Doctor Who
For Elishavah, Nine, with Rose after they dropped Adam off
The TARDIS console beeps and Rose exhales. She's rather glad Adam is gone. The money-grubber.
The Doctor frowns at a display, his shoulders straight beneath his leather jacket. Rose feels grungy, soiled by the alien overlord of Satellite Five.
"Is there a bathtub aboard?" Rose demands. She's been making do with showers for too long.
The Doctor replies, absently, "Oh yes. Close to the cloister bell, as I recall. Although where that is," he trails off, shifts a control, stares back down.
Rose waits, jittering. "Well? Where?" Her voice almost whines, but he looks up, smiles.
"Shall we go searching?"
For Misspamela, Nine or Ten
He was so different now, changed beyond the external. New body, new face, new hair, ("New teeth!" he crowed in memory) yet the unseen haunted Rose. She'd always felt safe with the old him. Protected. Like he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her, even when they faced Slitheen threatening invasion or nanobots gone awry and survival seemed impossible.
He always came through, always saved them. And he still saved them, but she missed the intangible force of his old personality, the surety that the universe would warp to his specifications, even as he smiled goofily and tried charm first.
Angel
For Lalejandra, discontinued, ties, knot
"Wait, you mean they don't make this pattern anymore?" Gunn looked at the swatch of fabric in his hands with the expression of a child told that Santa Claus didn't exist.
Wesley sighed and gestured for a moment of privacy from the sales clerk. "Charles, I'm certain we can find a suitable replacement."
"But Wes! This tie mattered to me. It matched my grandma's kitchen curtains."
Wesley blinked. Hunting demons was never easy. A friend could ruin his neckwear restraining the wannabe followers of a Traaykien brood from interfering with their destruction.
Time to consult the paralegal staff for suggestions.
Greek Mythology
For Tenshinya, Apollo and Hermes
Helios raced his chariot toward the wine-dark sea as Apollo stood, desolate, on the slopes of Mount Erymanthos. His fingers plucked a jangling refrain upon his lyre, normally all harmony.
Hermes reached out and lifted the lyre from his brother's arms, a gift revoked for a time. "Come, Phoebus, it is time to gather round Hestia's fire."
"Have you seen him home?" Apollo asked, staring westward.
Hermes nodded sadly and his hand trailed over the lyre strings. His rough song cried grief and mourning. A journey to Hades always affected him thus. More so when he guided one so young.
Magnum, p.i.
For vanillafluffy, Magnum, p.i., snarky Higgins.
The Nineteenth Annual Recital of Her Majesty's Morris Dancers had just gotten underway when disaster struck, suddenly.
Some time later, when Higgins had disentangled the dancers from the audience, the fool from the beast, and directed the police to the miscreants, he caught sight of Magnum attempting to slink away.
"Magnum!" Higgins roared.
Broad shoulders shrunk inwards, and Magnum turned with a sheepish expression on his face.
"Magnum, how dare you bring your latest paramour to this occasion?"
Magnum opened his mouth, doubtless to protest his innocence. "And don't tell me that this wasn't deliberate sabotage - I saw you laughing!"
The O.C.
For elzed, Ryan - getting snarky. Blue, escape, slick
Carnival lights swept by, smeared into blue trails by the motion of the ride. Ryan loved the Tilt-a-Whirl, reveled in the swoop in his belly and the air rushing past his ears.
Seth screamed at Ryan's side.
This was so much better than school.
The car finally came to a halt, rocking gently around its pivot. Ryan pushed the safety bar back, stood up, and smiled so broad his cheeks hurt.
Seth groaned, and Ryan knocked him in the shoulder. "Come on, Adventure Boy. Cotton candy next."
Seth's expression was horrified. Ryan kept smiling, and bounced on his heels. Wuss.
Stargate: Atlantis
For Rivier, hands in pockets (McKay/Sheppard)
John always notices, even if he doesn't react: fabric pulled tight over a luscious ass.
But this time they're alone, and Rodney demands, "What?!" when he sees the quirked corner of John's mouth.
That almost deserves a full grin, but John manages stoicism. "They drill that out of us," John says, gesturing at Rodney's hips. "Well, they try to," John qualifies.
Rodney looks down, baffled. His head rises, pugnacious, ready to ask for clarification.
John places his forefinger over Rodney's lips, greatly daring even if the balcony is deserted.
"No hands in pockets," John whispers confidingly, then steals a kiss.
For le_mousquetaire, lost scene from Epiphany (McKay/Sheppard)
"No more MALPs-on-a-stick," Rodney decreed when they reached Sheppard's quarters.
Sheppard snorted. "Yeah." He rubbed at his face and thought of a real razor. A mirror. Water that didn't need to be boiled over a fire. God, he loved civilization.
Before he could make his way to the bathroom (the bathroom!), Sheppard was accosted by a limpet-like Rodney, who hugged with the same single-minded intensity he brought to solving scientific mysteries.
Sheppard stood, frozen for a second, then relaxed into the embrace.
"Don't do that again," Rodney said.
"I won't." Sheppard tucked his nose into Rodney's neck. "I missed you."
For Alyse, something to do with 'you are the loop' (Weir/Zelenka)
He made her smile, Elizabeth came to understand, and sought him out for more than scientific consultations while Rodney was away.
Radek would look at her, hair wild and eyes kind, and stress melted away from her spine.
They shared tea together in the mess hall, and she led their conversation away from the approaching Wraith to time spent in Europe. Radek had a way of relating anecdotes, vivid enough for her to picture and a welcome escape.
She tried to repay him with tales of Byzantine negotiations, the foibles of nations writ small by zany diplomats.
Happiness grew, slowly.
Stargate: Atlantis/Terminator
For Serialkarma, silicon, fog, viewscreen
Whisky gold hair draped over John's shoulder while he guided the puddlejumper forward on instrumentation. The viewscreen showed only thick, grey mist.
Her voice, rough and low, whispered, "That's it. Keep going."
John ignored his nerves in favor of the Glock barrel pressed to his temple.
"You don't have to do this, Ms. Connor," he tried again, and gasped when fingernails found his jugular.
"Don't tell me what I have to do," she snarled.
John dared a quick glance at her face, her eyes and mouth haloed with tension.
He recognized her desperation, even if he didn't know the cause.
Doctor Who
For Elishavah, Nine, with Rose after they dropped Adam off
The TARDIS console beeps and Rose exhales. She's rather glad Adam is gone. The money-grubber.
The Doctor frowns at a display, his shoulders straight beneath his leather jacket. Rose feels grungy, soiled by the alien overlord of Satellite Five.
"Is there a bathtub aboard?" Rose demands. She's been making do with showers for too long.
The Doctor replies, absently, "Oh yes. Close to the cloister bell, as I recall. Although where that is," he trails off, shifts a control, stares back down.
Rose waits, jittering. "Well? Where?" Her voice almost whines, but he looks up, smiles.
"Shall we go searching?"
For Misspamela, Nine or Ten
He was so different now, changed beyond the external. New body, new face, new hair, ("New teeth!" he crowed in memory) yet the unseen haunted Rose. She'd always felt safe with the old him. Protected. Like he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her, even when they faced Slitheen threatening invasion or nanobots gone awry and survival seemed impossible.
He always came through, always saved them. And he still saved them, but she missed the intangible force of his old personality, the surety that the universe would warp to his specifications, even as he smiled goofily and tried charm first.
Angel
For Lalejandra, discontinued, ties, knot
"Wait, you mean they don't make this pattern anymore?" Gunn looked at the swatch of fabric in his hands with the expression of a child told that Santa Claus didn't exist.
Wesley sighed and gestured for a moment of privacy from the sales clerk. "Charles, I'm certain we can find a suitable replacement."
"But Wes! This tie mattered to me. It matched my grandma's kitchen curtains."
Wesley blinked. Hunting demons was never easy. A friend could ruin his neckwear restraining the wannabe followers of a Traaykien brood from interfering with their destruction.
Time to consult the paralegal staff for suggestions.
Greek Mythology
For Tenshinya, Apollo and Hermes
Helios raced his chariot toward the wine-dark sea as Apollo stood, desolate, on the slopes of Mount Erymanthos. His fingers plucked a jangling refrain upon his lyre, normally all harmony.
Hermes reached out and lifted the lyre from his brother's arms, a gift revoked for a time. "Come, Phoebus, it is time to gather round Hestia's fire."
"Have you seen him home?" Apollo asked, staring westward.
Hermes nodded sadly and his hand trailed over the lyre strings. His rough song cried grief and mourning. A journey to Hades always affected him thus. More so when he guided one so young.
Magnum, p.i.
For vanillafluffy, Magnum, p.i., snarky Higgins.
The Nineteenth Annual Recital of Her Majesty's Morris Dancers had just gotten underway when disaster struck, suddenly.
Some time later, when Higgins had disentangled the dancers from the audience, the fool from the beast, and directed the police to the miscreants, he caught sight of Magnum attempting to slink away.
"Magnum!" Higgins roared.
Broad shoulders shrunk inwards, and Magnum turned with a sheepish expression on his face.
"Magnum, how dare you bring your latest paramour to this occasion?"
Magnum opened his mouth, doubtless to protest his innocence. "And don't tell me that this wasn't deliberate sabotage - I saw you laughing!"
The O.C.
For elzed, Ryan - getting snarky. Blue, escape, slick
Carnival lights swept by, smeared into blue trails by the motion of the ride. Ryan loved the Tilt-a-Whirl, reveled in the swoop in his belly and the air rushing past his ears.
Seth screamed at Ryan's side.
This was so much better than school.
The car finally came to a halt, rocking gently around its pivot. Ryan pushed the safety bar back, stood up, and smiled so broad his cheeks hurt.
Seth groaned, and Ryan knocked him in the shoulder. "Come on, Adventure Boy. Cotton candy next."
Seth's expression was horrified. Ryan kept smiling, and bounced on his heels. Wuss.