Spark while the sparkin's good...
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I don't think I have enough puns to get through the month, guys, but I will try. FOR YOU.
Sparky scene that started in a comment to
daygloparker. (
besyd, you can consider it part of a theme.)
Alas, plot devices require this to be set season 3-ish, not in my beloved season 1.
"30 Minutes Or It's Free"
Elizabeth gives him a look, one of the ones that's mostly confused and a little undecided between laughter and concern for his sanity. John told her once that he likes to think that particular look is one she reserves only for him. (When he said that, her expression decided definitely on insanity, but still, it's sort of sweet. He has some looks he only uses on her, too, but most of those are variations on wheedling.)
"You brought me Chinese food?"
John shrugs. "It might be a little cold. It takes half an hour to get through the gate bridge."
She notices him sticking something crinkly-sounding in his pocket. "What's that?" It actually takes her a few seconds to think of the word receipt, but she's pretty sure that isn't what it is.
John looks guilty. "It's a long flight."
"So?"
"I ate your fortune cookie. Sorry."
The whole situation is so bizarre that Elizabeth accepts the bag of lukewarm take-out and walks away. He follows her.
"So," she says, "tell me the latest from the SGC."
While he briefs her she eats lo mein and thinks about university, remembers lounging on her floor with beer and friends and a stack of take-out containers next to overdue library books, when her biggest worry in the universe was maintaining a 4.0 (and deciding what to do about the cute boy in math class who might or might not be flirting with her).
John smiles, and Elizabeth thinks it's silly that she missed him while he was on Earth for only four days.
"What was my fortune?" she asks.
He never tells her.
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Alas, plot devices require this to be set season 3-ish, not in my beloved season 1.
"30 Minutes Or It's Free"
Elizabeth gives him a look, one of the ones that's mostly confused and a little undecided between laughter and concern for his sanity. John told her once that he likes to think that particular look is one she reserves only for him. (When he said that, her expression decided definitely on insanity, but still, it's sort of sweet. He has some looks he only uses on her, too, but most of those are variations on wheedling.)
"You brought me Chinese food?"
John shrugs. "It might be a little cold. It takes half an hour to get through the gate bridge."
She notices him sticking something crinkly-sounding in his pocket. "What's that?" It actually takes her a few seconds to think of the word receipt, but she's pretty sure that isn't what it is.
John looks guilty. "It's a long flight."
"So?"
"I ate your fortune cookie. Sorry."
The whole situation is so bizarre that Elizabeth accepts the bag of lukewarm take-out and walks away. He follows her.
"So," she says, "tell me the latest from the SGC."
While he briefs her she eats lo mein and thinks about university, remembers lounging on her floor with beer and friends and a stack of take-out containers next to overdue library books, when her biggest worry in the universe was maintaining a 4.0 (and deciding what to do about the cute boy in math class who might or might not be flirting with her).
John smiles, and Elizabeth thinks it's silly that she missed him while he was on Earth for only four days.
"What was my fortune?" she asks.
He never tells her.
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Date: 2007-10-17 12:07 am (UTC)John smiles, and Elizabeth thinks it's silly that she missed him while he was on Earth for only four days.
And this line kills me!
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Date: 2007-10-17 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 12:38 am (UTC)Random is at the very heart of Sparky October, dude.
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Date: 2007-10-17 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 01:09 am (UTC)"So?"
"I ate your fortune cookie. Sorry."
Somehow that doesn't surprise me. :)
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Date: 2007-10-17 01:28 am (UTC)OH MAN
You are terrible. I'm writing That Coffee Break Scene fic
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Date: 2007-10-17 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 01:52 am (UTC)Heee! [bounces around gleefully because I know what you mean]
And aw!
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:26 am (UTC)deciding what to do about the cute boy in math class who might or might not be flirting with her
Hehehehe, so she's always had a thing for hot, brainy math dudes. :D
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Date: 2007-10-17 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 10:12 am (UTC)They're so adorble! Especially her.
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Date: 2007-10-17 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 05:37 pm (UTC)"I ate your fortune cookie. Sorry."
Heee, I can imagine the look on his face when he said that and am not surprise she didn't mind. *giggling and sighing* So very sweet!
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Date: 2007-10-23 01:58 am (UTC)Hope things continue to work out with your puppy!
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Date: 2007-11-28 12:44 am (UTC)...Why do I now have a craving for a fiction where the boy was John?
Sweet story and so very John.